At once, he wanted to kick himself in the ass and bang his head on the table. Low profile, he repeated silently. Low profile. No women. No women! But holy fucking shit. Kristin Kitts must be weaving a magic spell of some kind around him. Anyway, he reminded himself, she'd soon be off to her next assignment. No reason why they couldn't keep each other company while she was here.

Keep each other company? Okay, if that's what he wanted to call it.

Dumbass.

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