moved a step closer.
"Come to me!" She lowered her voice.
"Usually, people just reach in and take it off the hanger," Roan
said from behind her.
She jumped, whirling around to face him. He stood in the doorway, hands crossed in front of him. Heat traveled over her. This was so embarrassing.
"You did want to try some target practice...today, that is?"
She gave him her best glare. "I reached in to grab my jacket, but before I could touch it, it flew out to me."
"Maybe it really likes you."
"Not funny, and it did happen."
He sighed. "After what I've seen you do, I wouldn't doubt it." He walked farther into the room. "What were you feeling when you
opened the closet door?"
He was right. Her emotions usually caused most of her abilities.
When she was calm, she could blend in. When she was emotionally
charged up, she ran faster.
"I was excited about going to the firing range ."
"Then try being excited again."
She faced the closet and held out her hand.
Nothing.
"Concentrate."
"I am."
She closed her eyes. Yea, she was going to the firing range.
Nothing happened.
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Karen Kelley
She took a deep breath. Wow! She was going to the firing
range.
"Are you sure it flew out to you?" Roan said.
"Yes, I'm sure. I can't do it with you watching me. Besides, I
think it was my initial reaction. I don't feel that same thrill."
He stepped closer, running the back of his hand down the side
of her cheek. Her nipples immediately hardened and there was a
tightness in her belly.
"Maybe I can get you excited," he murmured.
Her jacket didn't jump out at her, but she could feel the
pounding of her heart. She closed her eyes, surrendering to his
touch.
"I can feel the heat coming off your body," he whispered close
to her ear.
Heat. Burn. Incinerate into a pile of ashes.
She stepped away, reaching into the closet to get her jacket. "I thought we were going to the firing range."
"I'd rather make love to yo u."
"Are all instructors this...this intent on taking their students to bed?"
He casually leaned against the chest of drawers. "Only when they're as sexy as you."
"I think you're trying to scare me away from being an agent."
"That too, but I wouldn't mind taking you to bed, either. In fact, I think I'd enjoy it."
"You admit you're trying to run me off?" She couldn't believe he was actually admitting it. "Less than ten minutes ago, you said I'd impressed you."
"Just because you can make it through a po rtion of an obstacle course doesn't mean you're cut out for this line of work. You and I both know you're not agent material. You've practically lived the life of a nun. You wouldn't know a bad guy if he stepped out in front of you. All you'll accomplish is getting yourself killed, and that would be a damn shame."
"Oh!" She stomped her foot, anger rushing through her.
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The hangers inside the closet trembled, then clothes and all, flew out, landing on Roan's head. He didn't move, just stood there with her clothes draped over him. Her hand flew to her mouth.
"It would seem you've discovered another talent, but I don't really think throwing clothes at the bad guy will be a sufficient deterrent." He pushed the clothes off. They landed with a plop on the floor.
She raised an eyebrow. "No, but then, I can always shoot
them." She turned and walked out of the room.
Roan watched the swing in her hips. She had a sense of humor. He liked that in a woman, but he still wasn't so sure about her making a good agent. Agents were supposed to be ultimate fighting machines. So far, Lyraka could hide from them, outrun them, and throw clothes at them.
She had yet to prove her worth as one of the best. Sure, there had been a few people who came in off the streets without a bit of experience and they'd made it. They'd had to work harder, though. It all came down to how bad she wanted to be an agent.
He left her room and started down the stairs. She waited for
him at the bottom.
"I will make a
"Come to me!" She lowered her voice.
"Usually, people just reach in and take it off the hanger," Roan
said from behind her.
She jumped, whirling around to face him. He stood in the doorway, hands crossed in front of him. Heat traveled over her. This was so embarrassing.
"You did want to try some target practice...today, that is?"
She gave him her best glare. "I reached in to grab my jacket, but before I could touch it, it flew out to me."
"Maybe it really likes you."
"Not funny, and it did happen."
He sighed. "After what I've seen you do, I wouldn't doubt it." He walked farther into the room. "What were you feeling when you
opened the closet door?"
He was right. Her emotions usually caused most of her abilities.
When she was calm, she could blend in. When she was emotionally
charged up, she ran faster.
"I was excited about going to the firing range ."
"Then try being excited again."
She faced the closet and held out her hand.
Nothing.
"Concentrate."
"I am."
She closed her eyes. Yea, she was going to the firing range.
Nothing happened.
87
Karen Kelley
She took a deep breath. Wow! She was going to the firing
range.
"Are you sure it flew out to you?" Roan said.
"Yes, I'm sure. I can't do it with you watching me. Besides, I
think it was my initial reaction. I don't feel that same thrill."
He stepped closer, running the back of his hand down the side
of her cheek. Her nipples immediately hardened and there was a
tightness in her belly.
"Maybe I can get you excited," he murmured.
Her jacket didn't jump out at her, but she could feel the
pounding of her heart. She closed her eyes, surrendering to his
touch.
"I can feel the heat coming off your body," he whispered close
to her ear.
Heat. Burn. Incinerate into a pile of ashes.
She stepped away, reaching into the closet to get her jacket. "I thought we were going to the firing range."
"I'd rather make love to yo u."
"Are all instructors this...this intent on taking their students to bed?"
He casually leaned against the chest of drawers. "Only when they're as sexy as you."
"I think you're trying to scare me away from being an agent."
"That too, but I wouldn't mind taking you to bed, either. In fact, I think I'd enjoy it."
"You admit you're trying to run me off?" She couldn't believe he was actually admitting it. "Less than ten minutes ago, you said I'd impressed you."
"Just because you can make it through a po rtion of an obstacle course doesn't mean you're cut out for this line of work. You and I both know you're not agent material. You've practically lived the life of a nun. You wouldn't know a bad guy if he stepped out in front of you. All you'll accomplish is getting yourself killed, and that would be a damn shame."
"Oh!" She stomped her foot, anger rushing through her.
88
Karen Kelley
The hangers inside the closet trembled, then clothes and all, flew out, landing on Roan's head. He didn't move, just stood there with her clothes draped over him. Her hand flew to her mouth.
"It would seem you've discovered another talent, but I don't really think throwing clothes at the bad guy will be a sufficient deterrent." He pushed the clothes off. They landed with a plop on the floor.
She raised an eyebrow. "No, but then, I can always shoot
them." She turned and walked out of the room.
Roan watched the swing in her hips. She had a sense of humor. He liked that in a woman, but he still wasn't so sure about her making a good agent. Agents were supposed to be ultimate fighting machines. So far, Lyraka could hide from them, outrun them, and throw clothes at them.
She had yet to prove her worth as one of the best. Sure, there had been a few people who came in off the streets without a bit of experience and they'd made it. They'd had to work harder, though. It all came down to how bad she wanted to be an agent.
He left her room and started down the stairs. She waited for
him at the bottom.
"I will make a
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