Page 30 of Tight Spaces

He didn’t kiss her long, but when he finished, she was gasping and dazed. "Brat."

She nodded before she realized what she was agreeing to and then shrugged. "If you’re good at something..." She left the rest unsaid.

"I’m good at killing people."

This time she knew exactly why she was nodding.

"I was MARSOC."

"Marines special forces."

"Yes."

"Sniper or assassin?"

"Does it matter? I was and am a human weapon."

"Maybe it’s time for a career change."

"Maybe it’s not." There was a question in his words, but she wasn’t sure he was even aware it was there.

She just leaned up and kissed him softly. "I’ll get dressed."