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She breathed a laugh. Her hands went to my shoulders, as if she needed me to steady her. “I’d say we aced the assignment.” She blinked a few times. “Nice job.”

Nice job?

Her words calmed the situation in my pants, enough that I wouldn’t embarrass myself. Right. Of course this was a job. I’d enjoyed it though, and that wasn’t a crime. In fact, I thought we were on a roll.

“Enough practice for tonight?” I asked. “Or…”

“Oh, no, that was plenty.” Brynn let go of me, breaking all contact between us like she’d flipped a switch. She looked at the ground, straightening her top. “Definitelyenough practice.”

Mentally, I wanted to slap myself.Nice job indeed, Lynx. Nice fucking job. Clearly, I was the only one who’d felt that chemistry.

But I sucked as an actor, so it was a good thing I enjoyed kissing her, wasn’t it? No way I could play the obsessive boyfriend otherwise.

This was fake, and I would just have to keep repeating that, because my body kept trying to forget it.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Brynn

That kiss.

That kiss.

I had not been prepared for it. When Cole’s lips had melted over mine, his tongue in my mouth and his strong arms around me, I had forgotten all about the undercover assignment. Whether I was Brianna or Brynn. I had just wanted more of it.

I hugged my arms around my middle. “Would you walk me back to Keira’s? I’m freezing my assets off. Ready to change into my sweats.”

Cole was all for more “practicing,” but that was way too tempting. Nope, I had to put a stop to this so I could get my reactions to the man under control. Step one was to get out of this bar and out of this ridiculous outfit so that Cole would stop looking at me like he might eat me alive.

Yet he kept doing it, those blue eyes running over me like he owned me. “Where’s your coat?”

“More layers would’ve ruined the effect of Brianna’s outfit.”

Cole chuckled. He took off the heavy flannel jacket he was wearing, leaving just his long-sleeved undershirt. “Here.” Hedraped the flannel around my shoulders. Cozy warmth enveloped me. Which strangely made me shiver as I thought again of that kiss. “Best I can do for now,” he said.

“Oh, it’s fine. Perfect, actually.” I stuck my arms into the jacket and buttoned it. The edges fell almost to the tops of my thigh-high boots.

Cole straightened the collar. It had rolled up on one side. His fingers brushed my neck, and just that brief moment of skin-to-skin contact made my whole body blush.

“Are you being Cameron right now? Or just Cole?”

His face twisted up. “Hell if I know.”

“Either way, all of me thanks you.”

Seriously. I had to get a grip.

We’d been talking about leaving, and yet we both kept standing there. Cole seemed to be deep in thought, but for the life of me I couldn’t read his expression. “What?” I asked.

“Nothing. Let’s go.”

He put his hand on the small of my back, ushering me through the crowd. Like it was the natural thing to do. But my head was spinning.

That afternoon, I had gone over to Main Street to do some shopping for my cover. It wasn’t easy to find short shorts and mini skirts at this time of year, but there was a cute thrift shop that had all kinds of variety. I’d lucked out with the boots. They were the kind I would wear for a special occasion. Maybe a third date. They made me feel sexy and confident. But for Brianna Waverley, flashy clothes were an everyday necessity.

And yes, I’d been freezing on my walk here from Keira’s place. But that was hardly going to be my biggest challenge in this mission. I’d walked into this bar wanting to draw attention. To give Cole some inspiration for getting into character as my possessive older boyfriend.

Perhaps it had worked a bit too well.

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