Free Spy Games: Lethal Limits by Mia Downing

afraid he’d turn to the nearest couple and ask, but they were alone in the cooler section.
    Then they found the aisle with condoms. He started to empty the shelf, she slapped his hand. “Vanilla people don’t have that much sex.”
    “They don’t?” He looked at the cart, and then at her with a wolfish grin that dampened her panties. “I want to have that much sex.”
    “I bet you do, but take only one box. The store isn’t going to run out while we’re here.” She wanted to say he wanted to have that much sex with Blondie, but she didn’t want to ruin his lighthearted fun. He really was fun, exciting, and she found herself liking him more by the second.
    They bought her chicken to roast, more real food, and a few movies from a rental box in the front. Then they gathered their purchases and headed for his truck. She paused on the sidewalk at a shop window, drawn by a purse. Then she realized what the store was, and she blinked.
    “You knit?” Jake asked at her elbow, studying her face and the materials in the window. It was a knitting store. The clutch purse must have been an available kit, and it was so cute, fun, and she fell in love immediately. It would be perfect with her silver gown. Hell, it might even hold one of her smaller guns.
    “I used to knit, in another life.”
    He grabbed her elbow and tugged her toward the store’s entrance.
    “No, what are you doing?” She tried to plant her feet on the sidewalk, but he was very insistent and much stronger. And a part of her really wanted to go in.
    “Going home means we do things we don’t do in D.C. That means you’re going to knit,” he commanded in a voice very close to his Dom voice, one that still had a touch of Texan charm in it.
    She stared at him. “You’re crazy.”
    “I want a hat.” Jake opened the door and gently pushed her in first. “No one has ever knit me anything before.”
    “I find that hard to believe.”
    “I grew up in Texas. Who knits winter hats in Texas?”
    He had a point. “It’s May. You don’t need a hat.”
    “I want a hat.” His jaw set in a way that brokered no more discussions on the issue and Tia sighed as she stepped fully inside the quaint shop.
    Once inside, he dragged her toward the window display and she gazed longingly at the purse. It was even prettier inside the store, close up, all silver beads and shiny. She didn’t even know one could knit with beads. If she had a shred of girly girl left in her, she would be crying purple puddles of need.
    “Knit me a hat and I’ll buy that purse thing for you, too.”
    “Jake, no.”
    “Miss?” he called to the ancient sales woman, stocking yarn into a cubicle. He flashed that million-watt smile of his, the one that weakened her knees on so many occasions. And yes, it worked, because the woman blushed like a schoolgirl. “You think you can help me choose some yarn so my little lady can make me a hat?”
    “Of course!”
    Jake’s grin turned cocky and Tia became a helpless bystander as he charmed the storeowner into helping him find just the right blend of wool that wouldn’t be itchy. The right color—he wanted black with a small blue band. He chose the best needles—ebony wood, so expensive compared to plastic—and even got her a book for a pattern.
    And then he offered up her prize—the glittering evening purse—and she melted. “Thank you,” she whispered. No man had ever bought her anything she remotely wanted before. Never mind a purse.
    His eyes sparkled with amusement as he carried the purchases, along with the bag of groceries, back to the truck. “You’ll pay, believe me. But I’ll probably enjoy my hat more.”
    She doubted it. He was just as considerate in bed as he was out, but one could never be sure. “How far is your home?”
    “Just up the road a bit. I called ahead. I have a friend who cares for the place for me while I’m gone. She’s bringing the horses over. They should be there when we arrive.”
    “You mentioned