“You want to make love to me, knowing that after I leave in a few days it will be impossible for us ever to see one another again?” Fallon didn’t hesitate. “If we don’t make love, I will regret it for the rest of my life.” He countered. “And if we do, you may regret it for the rest of your life.” She grinned, her smile saucy, her hip cocked at a brazen angle. “If we could have regrets either way, then why not enjoy ourselves today?” Kane chuckled, pulling out her cell phone and offering it to her. “You certain you wouldn’t rather return these dozens of phone calls?” He was testing her. And she almost reached for the phone out of habit, but she resisted and shook her head. “What I want right now is you.” “Your mom’s called eight times.” “Then she’s still alive, and right now, that’s all I need to know. But what about you? What about catching Nigel?” “He’s already gone.” Kane’s tone was light and easy as if catching Nigel didn’t matter, but she knew he was not a man to take his mission lightly.
