Chet rubbed his chest where Mae had boxed him. The first two punches he’d taken—after all, he had pounced on her like a bandit, but he’d been trying to keep her from igniting an international incident. The last thing he needed was to alert the local militia to his presence in the country. The third punch, however, hurt more than it should have. Especially since Mae had looked him square in the face, full recognition in those beautiful green eyes, right before she walloped him. Although he probably deserved that one, too. Not just for stomping on her hopes of flying for Stryker International, but also for walking out of her life. Or perhaps for letting her believe that he could make room for her in his heart. Okay, she still took up way too much room in his heart, but she didn’t have to know that. No, that wouldn’t be safe for anyone. Mae stalked down the street, ten feet ahead of him, fists tight, as if she might be trying not to hit him again. He’d vote for that. In fact, he should probably be ecstatic that she was heading in the opposite direction of the embassy, that she’d bought his reasoning that the government would only send them packing stateside.
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