He wanted to focus on his mission but she was too hot. Any man with a pulse would want to cut himself a piece of that. She went to the rails and rested her hands on it.
For a long count of twenty, he stared up at her as she stared down at him. She was exactly inviting him up, he felt the pull. How could he help savoring the moment? Hell no. Never in a million years would he have guessed that he would back down from an assignment. Jerome’s threats seemed like jokes to him, he never cared whether his life depended on Angie’s plan.
The more they stared at each other, the more certain he was that she was too close but too far at the same time. He would much rather be close to her. She remained at the railing, her head tipped slightly down in his direction. She was certainly watching him.
He walked slowly to her, glancing up at her and expecting her to retreat inside at any moment. But she stood her ground. When he reached next to her, he paused, giving her a chance to walk away. She continued to gaze directly at him. Her eyes were steady, her expression composed. She came toward him and pressed a kiss on his lips.