Secret Agent Under Fire. Geri Krotow

by the FBI. And it would be stupid for the arsonists to target me—they’d get caught.”

      “I like how you think, Abi. I’d like to meet you there. In about ten minutes. That is, if you don’t mind?”

      “I don’t mind.”

      His face infused with relief. “I’ve always wanted to get a look inside that house. It was in the same family for so long and they didn’t have kids in our generation, so I’ve never seen it.”

      “Glad to oblige. We can finish our discussion there.” She reached for the check and his hand beat her to it. One instant later and their hands would have collided. Keith’s hands felt like he looked. Strong, masculine, sexy. She wished he’d grabbed her hand instead of the check.

      “I’ve got this, Abi. You can buy the next one.” His tone was so certain, so sure that there would be a “next” time that she had to resist her natural instinct to buck against his strong will. No one, no man she barely knew, told her what to do or what her future would be. She opened her mouth to tell Keith something to that effect, but he was already at the cash register, his wide grin splitting his handsome face as he spoke with the diner manager.

      Keith Paruso was not a man who was easily directed.