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She wasn’t stupid enough to resent protection, even though she was pretty sure he was partially responsible for her even needing it But there was nothing good that could couy A roo was bad for her vow to stay focused on her goals

This guy, in a hotel roo te her to stay on track

“I need privacy,” she indicated “I’ to smother me”

“You look like you’re breathing okay to , intense once-over that e somewhere in her chest

“How long?” she asked Then, before he could dig in to her food, she got up, crossed the roorabbed her plate The look on his face was pure disappointment, like a little boy who’d just been told that Santa was fiction and Saturday had been canceled Lara rolled her eyes, but unable to resist the cuteness, she slid the steak onto his plate

“Thanks,” he said with a grateful grin

“I don’t eat red meat”

He gave her a blank stare, then shook his head as if trying to shake off the incomprehensible words

“No red meat? What’s left?”

“Fruit, vegetables, white meat, fish, chocolate”

He shook his head again, then quickly stabbed his fork into the steak, sliding the plate close to hiht suddenly realize its appeal

“How long?” she asked again Not only because she had things to do, but because the longer she ith him, the harder it’d be on her willpower It was like a dieter at Christmas The first plate of cookies was resistible, but after a week, all of Santa’s heads had been chewed off

Nope, the less tiether, the better

For a second she considered suggesting the cops again But she’d had enough experience with police to know that she was better off with aher safe his mission

“I have a life, you know I can’t live it in a hotel room with you”

Castillo flicked a quick glance up fro hot proaze back to the plate