Clint did his best to look away from her, but it was hard. Nika had revealed herself to him so completely, that it was impossible to not think about her. That first night, she had simply abandoned herself to the fire raging between them. Every attempt he made to bury that fire had only ignited it afresh. There was a life, a deep-rooted vitality that drove Nika Maier. Being permitted to share in that was a gift indeed.
He followed her over to the coffee pot, because she made that look like a very good idea. She made everything look like a very good idea.
That first night he’d slipped from her room with no one the wiser, and spent the hour between then and breakfast pumping iron and taking a shower. One luxury of having the Peleliu so under-populated was that there were few restrictions on
