“What do you do for a living?” she asks. “Whenever I ask anyone, they just tell me that we aren’t allowed to know.”

“And you’re still not allowed to know most of it,” I confirm when I open the door to my office and gesture for her to walk in. “What I do is highly classified.”

“With the government?”

“Sometimes.”

She blows out a breath and stares at the bookshelves and the blank computer screens on my desk.

“I can’t do secrets,” she says at last. “It’s a hard limit for me, Cam.”

“A hard limit?” I grin. “I’d like to know what your other hard limits are.”

“I’m being serious.”

“So am I. Look, I cannot tell you about the inner workings of my job. I could go to jail for talking about it. I mostly work with computers and databases.”

Her eyes narrow. “You’re a computer geek?”

“Why does that surprise you?”

“Because you’re way too hot to be a geek.”

“So, you think I’m hot?”

She rolls her eyes again, but I see the flush on her cheeks. The attraction isn’t one-sided here at all.

And I’m enjoying the hell out of her. It’s the first time since that damn night two years ago that I can see some hope here.

“I can tell you that I won’t ever lie to you,” I continue, and when she turns back to me, I cup the side of her face in my hand, brushing my thumb over the apple of her cheek. “If I can’t talk about something because of my job, I’ll say so. I’m not a liar.”

“This is probably a mistake,” she whispers, her eyes on my lips.

“Does it feel like a mistake?”

She bites her lip, shaking her head. “No, and that’s the most frustrating part of all. I was so mad at you. So damn mad. But I just can’t seem to stop thinking about you.”

I kiss her forehead and breathe her in. “Let’s just start slow. Since you’re hell-bent on dating, why don’t we go on a date?”

She leans back and snorts. “Right. You want to take me on a date?”

“Why is that so hard to believe?”

“I don’t know. You’re…you. You’re practically family. And you want to date?”

“If you have a hard time wrapping your pretty head around the idea of dating me, how can you even consider getting naked with me?”

“Because—” She stops, then blinks. “I don’t know. I guess I hadn’t thought about it.”

“Look, as sexy as you are, and as much as I want you, I’m not interested in just sex with you, Mags.”

“What are you interested in?”

I lean in, kissing her cheek. “More.”

“What does that mean?”

“You have a lot of questions, don’t you?”