Chapter 22

The living room was empty when he let himself into the suite. He wondered if Regan was getting ready for bed this early.

No. Don't think about that.

He walked over to the big window and stood looking out at the lights of the little town below them.

"All set for tomorrow?"

He had not heard Regan come up beside him, and her voice startled him. The carpet in the suite was so thick the sound of footsteps was almost nonexistent. When she touched her fingers to his arm, a powerful electric shock ran through him. The first time they'd touched, a handshake the day they met, the little tingles that surged along his arm had startled him but not given him a lot of worry. He was, after all, a healthy man with healthy appetites. He might not be as young as he once was but that didn't mean his desire had faded. He'd had to keep reminding himself this was not just a business arrangement. It was also an assignment he'd accepted with the fate of the country at stake, so no hanky-panky.

So what if they