Free Ice Cold by Cherry Adair

concourse. Some internal radar helped him avoid crashing into people, and Honey kept up in his slipstream.
    “There’s a connection, a pattern; I just can’t see it yet.”
    She moved closer to him to avoid a slow-moving cluster of tourists and his hand accidently brushed hers. Skin to skin. A burning electrical current shot up her arm, resonating throughout her body like a tuning fork. Steps firm, despite her shaken equilibrium, Honey casually slipped her hand into her pocket, out of danger.
    The unwanted, extremely unwelcome, visceral reaction to Rafael Navarro was something she’d never experienced before with any other partner, or any other man. She didn’t like it. She didn’t like it a lot . She couldn’t afford to be distracted from her job. More importantly, she couldn’t allow feelings to cloud her judgment and make her soft. It would make her vulnerable. That was unacceptable. She didn’t do vulnerable. Whatever it took. She never did vulnerable.
    Navarro’s dark hair fluttered around his broad shoulders, and he needed a shave. Par for his course. He also looked sexy, dangerous, and mouthwateringly tempting. It was taking a surprising and annoying amount of energy and willpower to ignore his insidious sex appeal.
    Honey figured that if she could resist sugar, she could resist something as bad for her as Rafael Navarro. With determination, hard work, and focus, she’d stamp out the ember while it was small and manageable.
    “What’s the common denominator between banks in London, Germany, Greece, and Mexico?” she asked, returning to what they’d discussed during the hour-long flight.
    The planes and angles of his face were starkly masculine, and women passing gave him interested looks that he either didn’t notice or chose to ignore.
    He talked quietly, barely moving his lips, and his voice was right in her ear. Right in her head. She’d be extremely grateful to be in a secure location so they could talk safely and securely from a distance . Honey prided herself on being impervious to charming men. Been there, done that, a couple of times. It had taken a time or two to drum the lesson into her head. The T-FLAC shrink had told her she had abandonment issues. She was over those now.
    “Safes left unopened.” He glanced at her, and for a moment, their eyes seemed to catch and cause sparks. Ridiculous, of course. Static electricity from the carpet, Honey was sure.
    He was still talking; thank God, she hadn’t lost her mind for more than a few seconds. Seconds that at any other time might mean life or death. She really had to pull herself together.
    “Big impact, reducing ground zero to rubble.”
    Yes. He was big, and he was reducing her dormant sexuality to rubble. He was solid, broad, hard, and mouthwatering all wrapped in one irritatingly appealing package. Only his silky dark hair looked soft as it brushed the collar of his coat. Honey wanted to touch it to see if it was as silky as it looked. She touched her ear to anchor the Bluetooth instead, and damn it, even her own touch made her shiver. She could imagine only too well what his touch would do to her.
    “Since the safes weren’t opened in Dresden or Mexico City, and I suspect we’ll find the same here, we can pretty much rule out physical theft.”
    She wasn’t one to gloat, so she didn’t remind him that this was now her ballgame almost more than it was his, and that he’d wanted to send her home barely before they arrived in Germany. The playing field had gotten much larger, and while the physical evidence from the bombs–Navarro’s bailiwick–would surely be important, her expertise was far more likely to provide the solution to the greater puzzle. If he’d sent her back to Montana, he’d be regretting it now, and they both knew it.
    There was no need to state the obvious. “We’ll rule out the motives, see what we’re left with.”
    “Electronic funds transfer?” he muttered in her ear, his focus on moving through the