It kicked into overdrive at the bar, stopped a couple of times in the lift when Rygard leaned in even closer and currently threatened to pound through her chest.Rygard. In her room.Alone.Well, not alone. She stood there, trying to pull her courage together. Not a panic attack, not the debilitating memories of her capture and torture. No. This felt more like being caught in a swarm of fluttering birds, scattering in every direction and tugging her with them.And damn it, a hard-core merc like her didn’t flutter. She’d been through hell and back again the past three years. With her enhanced reflexes and strength, she could probably take him if she felt threatened. Probably.The soldier in question sat on the corner of the bed and gave her a lazy, confident smile. “Come here, Kaitlyn.”He held out his hand.She melted, drawn toward him without the slightest clue of what to do next. Threatened was the last thing she felt. Anticipation sang through every nerve in her body. His scent spiced the air with arousal, but he sat relaxed and gentle as took her hand.
