Summer Lovin by Carly Phillips Page B

intently. “What made you choose the Secret Service?”
    â€œHmm. I’d have to say the excitement of the training is what lured me into the FBI initially. Later I chose Secret Service because I loved meeting new people. And since I was in the lower echelons of government protection, I didn’t have to leave my family.” She spread her hands wide. “For the most part it was a win-win situation.”
    â€œBut?”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œYou said for the most part it was win-win. What didn’t you like?”
    She grinned. “As you might guess, the strict rules and regulations didn’t agree with me. I mean after I had to be forced into a safe house and my family thought I was dead, the agency ripped into me but good. Of course, I did it for my family, but did anyone understand? Nope.” She paused for a sip of coffee. “Forced confinement can really make a person evaluate what’s important and I wanted more out of my career than a strict, by-the-book environment.”
    He looked at her for a moment as though to take in all of what she’d revealed. “Not a shock,” he finally said and he laughed, and Zoe realized exactly what she found most attractive about him.
    The dimples he showed when he smiled. Really smiled, not the forced kind when he was trying to figure her family out or pretend to like a situation when he was really confused. The dimples that didn’t seem to go with the Italian-cut suits he favored, like the navy one he wore today. Also appealing was the way he kissed, something she hadn’t been able to get out of her mind all weekend.
    â€œAm I that predictable?” she asked.
    â€œI definitely hadn’t pegged you for an agent of any kind, but now that I know you, I’m sure the rules made you insane. But at least I understand how you hold on to a poker face so easily. So, what are you doing now that your federal career is behind you?”
    She rubbed her hands together, the excitement she felt in talking about her new business growing. “I’m in business with Quinn and Connor. We’re going to provide protection for movie stars and musicians coming to entertain in Atlantic City. In fact, we just took on our first official client this morning. GSC Music.”
    He nodded and she could see from his expression that she’d impressed him.
    â€œCongratulations.”
    â€œThank you.”
    â€œI need to ask another question.”
    She laughed. “Anyone tell you you’re nosy?”
    â€œOnly when it comes to you,” he said, sounding a bit stunned by the admission. “What did your mother whisper to you before we left the house?”
    She hadn’t realized he was paying attention. “She asked me to stick close to Sam’s social worker.”
    He reached for the centerpiece on the table and rolled it between his palms. “And you didn’t feel guilty?”
    â€œOf course I did, but let me tell you something. I’d feel guiltier if I told her the truth before I knew enough about you and your family. I need time with you. You need time with Sam. I think we both understand and agree on that, don’t we?”
    He nodded slowly. “I do. And I think you’re an incredible woman, Zoe Costas.”
    Something about the way he said her name sent tremors of awareness down her spine. Again. The man was amazing, from his caring nature to his potent sex appeal. Her fingers itched with the uncontrollable urge to touch his hand. A simple touch, though the feelings he evoked were much more complex than simple.
    She glanced down at his hands, in which he still held the infamous Paradeisos centerpiece. Zoe immediately realized what anatomy part he held in his hand and the sensuality surrounding her evaporated in favor of a fit of laughter. She knew the moment he noticed it, too, because he dropped the centerpiece, a naked Greek god with flowers nestled in his—
    â€œAnd they call