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She pressed her hand against his shirt. “Thank you for letting me into your life. For telling me about your family. For coming back to America for me, and for helping Coco’s little boy. You’re a hero, York. And even if you can’t get clear to see it, I can.”

His blue eyes met hers. “Is your mother nearby?”

She frowned, shook her head.

He smiled. “Good.” Then he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into the shadow next to the slide. “Because this is the hello I wanted to give you.”

Then he backed her up against the slide, braced his hand over her, wrapped his other hand around her neck, and kissed her.

Reallykissed her. His mouth drinking her in, his arm falling around her waist to pull her up against him.

If she’d wondered if he’d missed her, she tasted the truth now.

He was adventure and danger, and yet being held so tight against him sent a current of heat through her that felt almost like safety. No, maybe power.

She was Sydney Bristow, secret agent, in the arms of this man, who could both save her and give her his sweet heart. Her Vaughn.

She touched his dark golden beard, running her fingers into it, and sighed, surrendering to him.

He slowed them down and as if savoring, he kissed her upper lip, her lower, then her cheekbone, the well of her eye, down to her neck.

She could combust on the spot.

He finally let her go, breathing a little hard, and met her eyes. “I missed you.”

“I can tell.”

He grinned, and shoot, hewasan assassin because he could slay her with his smile. He lowered his mouth to her neck, his whiskers deliciously rough on her skin. “You taste good. And smell good. And feel good in my arms, and we probably need to check on your mother or go find your brother orsomething, because I could stay here and kiss you on this playground for a very, very long time.”

“And what’s wrong with that?” she said, taking his face in her hands, bringing him back to her lips.

He made a noise deep in his throat and claimed her lips again, something almost rough in his response. It tunneled through her, turned her inside out.

Wow, she loved this man.

The thought took her breath.What—?

But yes. Shoot. She had lost her heart to the spy from Russia.

Right then, her phone buzzed.

He stifled a word as she broke away.

“Tate sent me a text. Says to meet him at the Fairmont Hotel. He’s set up a meeting with Senator Jackson.”

York leaned in, his lips by her ear. “Hotel? Okay.” He dragged his lips along her neck.

“Funny. Say thatafteryou meet my brother Tate.”

His blue eyes held a rare twinkle. “Oh goody. Another Marshall brother.” He caught her hand. “Let’s see. Ford beat me up. Wyatt nearly got me killed. Maybe Tate can get me arrested.”

Wyatt hurt everywhere.

But nowhere more than in his stupid, foolish, cowardly heart.

Wyatt sat in the ice tub, his eyes closed, his head back, fighting the moan.

He’d run. Practicallysprintedaway from Coco.