Again, Cole ended the kiss. “As much as it pains me, this isn’t the place. Carlos and Troy are due any minute.”

“So?” Sierra smiled up at him, her cheeks rosy, stray strands of her hair around her face shifting with every movement.

“It’s not a good idea for the rest of the crew to find out about us.”

Her smile faded as she seemed to really think about it. She blew out a breath. “You’re no fun,” she said in a pout.

“I’m lots of fun when I’m off the clock.”

With a flirty grin, she said, “Yes, you are.” The grin faded again. “And you’re probably right about keeping it private.”

He leaned his back against the wall, increasing the space between them, because no matter how much he believed they shouldn’t be all over each other here, there was always a pull, anytime she was nearby.

“Of course I’m right,” he said lightly. “We don’t want to make any of the crew feel uncomfortable.”

“We don’t.” She took a half step back herself, obviously disappointed, and he hated that, but he knew she’d regret it if their sleeping together affected her business.

Beyond that, there was also a faint voice in his head that said if the guys he worked with every day found out, then there’d be expectations. Whatever he and Sierra had going on between them would then become a thing, a defined thing, a more-than-one-day-at-a-time thing, and Cole wasn’t ready for that. Wasn’t sure when or if he would be. He fully recognized his asshole was showing with that, wasn’t proud of it, but he’d never misled Sierra about what he was up for.

He straightened, and she still had her gaze glued on him. “I guess your smarts are part of what I like about you,” she said begrudgingly, but her lips were once again flirting with a smile.

“It doesn’t mean it’s easy for me to keep my hands off you,” he said honestly, his fingers itching to brush back a stray strand of hair that had fallen over her cheek.

He stepped away from her, breathing through the urge and pulling out his phone to check the app where he was recording all the data. They had what they needed in this room.

“Ready for the living room?” he asked her.

“Yes, Mr. Foreman. Let’s get this done so we can go home and I can ravish you.”

No way in hell Cole could argue with that as he led her into the next room and ignored the faint pulse of discomfort deep inside his screwed-up brain.

Chapter Twenty-Five