She was going to kill both of them, Nika just didn’t know in which order.
Lieutenant Clint Barstowe for costing her yet another night’s sleep and stirring up all sorts of things she didn’t want stirred up? Because her first-ever attempt at having just casual s*x had backfired on her like hell. Not letting him speak that first night had been an even worse mistake than allowing it. Clint had used it as an opportunity to morph their s*x into lovemaking and the smallest gestures into romantic silliness. Over the last two weeks he’d continued to expand on the theme. And his worst offense? She couldn’t seem to get enough of him.
Or should she off Colonel Michael Gibson first for that knowing smile and thumping congratulations to Clint for being the first man to bed Nika Maier in over three yea
