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“See. You even talk about him like he’s a different person… his car and his wallet.”

“Because… hell… I don’t know. And what’s worse, I can’t remember.”

Sensing Joe’s frustration, Megan’s sympathy exploded. Leaning towards him, she kissed him, trying to heal his pain in the only way she knew how.

The softness of her fleeting lips made him catch his breath, and he lifted his face to gaze into hers. His look deepened and shock turned into words. “Where are your blue eyes?”

Chapter Thirty-four

That day, after leaving Vinnie, Joe felt heavy despair tearing at his emotions. Not knowing how to handle these weird sentiments, once home and settled, he reached for his harmonica and began playing a new song he’d recently taught himself. The bluesy tune worked well with his current mood.

So many things had gone wrong. Earlier, when they set up his duties at the FBI headquarters, he felt reasonably competent and could see a future he liked. He knew he could play along with his role in getting the data Kramer and Sheila needed to seize the drugs before they hit the streets. In that way, he’d earn some respect for Joseph Marcus… or should he say for himself.

The plan had made sense. Knowing he might be able to make some restitution for what he’d done in the past had kept him sane. But now, he didn’t know what would happen. Would they press charges for his previous crimes and put him in jail? Christ, just the thought made him crazy.

The entire time his mind was dealing with his issues, sweet music floated around him, soothing some of the conflicts that were battling inside. When Jack had bound into the room, it made his heart swell knowing the dog had gotten over his standoffish behavior and appeared to trust him now. Suddenly, a wave of sensual knowing hit him, and he searched for the reason only to find her standing in the doorway, watching him play.

How he knew it was Megan didn’t matter. What did was that she’d come to him and everything inside his body flushed with delight at seeing her there. Once they’d cleared away the small talk and settled with their drinks, he discovered a serious dilemma. While soothing her distress, one thing became very clear. From previous intimacies, he knew the color of her eyes, and the woman next to him didn’t have them.

This woman who walked, talked, looked, and even smelled like Megan confused the hell outta him. She had the most gorgeous glowing green eyes he’d ever seen. Before he could think, he blurted out his bewilderment.

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Megan had to laugh at the expression of horror Joe couldn’t hide. “It’s me, you idiot. Don’t worry. Sometimes when I go undercover, I wear the blue contacts. And this hair is also a wig. Again, I meant to just drop by and had no intentions of revealing my secrets tonight. Therefore I had to wear what you believe is my own hair. Dummy me, forgot about the lenses.”

Reaching up, she pulled the snug wig off, using her fingers to undo the pins restraining her own hair. Next, she sifted through the strands to release them from being held in place. Tipping her head back, she then shook it from side to side, allowing her own red waves to swish around her neck and shoulders in a downfall of softness.

Joe took a handful of her hair ever so gently so he could feel it for himself. “I knew this had to be your own hair. You’re eyelashes are a perfect match.”

“Don’t kid yourself, there are a lot of men who have no idea between a fake hairpiece and what’s real. I’ve fooled a few in my time.”

“Working undercover.”

“Exactly. I wore these disguises while employed at the bank. And when I first met Lucia, it’s what she saw. Of course, to protect the undercover operation, I couldn’t reveal to anyone that I was with the FBI. Therefore, this was how I looked when I went to meet Vinnie.”

“Right. Well, I for one am more than happy with you this way. That wig kind of intimidated me… all those curls everywhere. But this gorgeous girl, not so much.” He smiled into her eyes, obviously delighted with her disclosing herself to him.

“No doubt it’s because looking the way I do now is when you got to see the real me. I mean better than most… certainly more intimately anyway.”

He laughed at her teasing and admitted, “Know what. I enjoyed every minute. My only worry was taking advantage of the situation. Otherwise lady, trust me, I’ll never regret what happened.”

“You taking advantage of –? Ahh, as I recall, I forced myself on you and like a gentleman, you let me.” Megan teased him because she thought it delightful when he blushed.

“Honey, you didn’t have to convince me too hard. Once I got close to you, I was pretty much a goner. You’re very persuasive when you want to have your way.”

“Hmm. You shouldn’t share that much ammunition with any female. Knowing that, I could take advantage again.”

“If only.” He teased right back.

Suddenly, their eyes caught, and the smiles faded. As if her body had lost its strength, she leaned in, and his willing arms scooped her closer. Whispering, he warned her, “Baby, fighting temptation to keep my hands off you is not my strong suit.”

“Who says you have to?” Her mouth made the connection, and he groaned with delight. Their kisses became heavy with desire and the electricity being generated overloaded their systems.

Without waiting for permission, Megan scooted closer to Joe and climbed into his lap, her knees snuggling his hips. He leaned his head back accepting her sexy aggression, and by the way he groaned his approval, she knew he too was reveling in their shared sensations. His hands held her waist in place and his lips unconditionally welcomed hers. Which urged her to continue in her attack.

Considering that this behavior wasn’t her normal way of acting around men – not that she’d everadmitto being scared of getting rebuffed – but it had happened in her early years with a guy she liked in high school. Being a girl who learned a lesson well, she hadn’t put herself in that position again. Until now.

And here she was going full force into the same kind of tornado and loving every minute of the aggressive tactic of being in charge. Joe, like a gentleman, let her have her way with his body, and so she didn’t stop. Kissing his neck, she opened his shirt, moved it aside, and licked and kissed her way downward, over his chest, not forgetting to pay attention to his nipples.

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