“Enough.” He regarded her with something like wonder. “Something happened when I kissed you, though.”

Her lips curved. “Are you asking if I liked it?”

For the first time since she’d met him, he seemed unsettled. His cheeks colored. Mia decided she liked the turn their association had taken. He was the sort of man who managed everything down to the last detail-but she made that impossible.

“No, I’m not asking that.”

“Then what?” She lifted a brow, enjoying herself.

“What did you see?”

“Ah, you want the nature of my hallucination. Just a silly girl’s dream, but you didn’t kiss like an inexperienced boy. The logical disconnect popped me out.”

“That’s never happened before,” he said, almost to himself.

Mia grinned. “You’ve never kissed anyone as clever as me.”

“That may be true.” He looked as though he’d come to a swift decision. “If I swear to you that my agenda here has nothing to do with any missing money, will you let me operate in peace? In fact, I can help you identify the thief.”

“You’re asking me to trust you,” she said in utter disbelief.

He had the grace to show a flicker of chagrin. “Put that way, I understand your reluctance. What would it take to convince you? I’d rather not be your enemy, Mia. You are… uniquely valuable to me.”

That was truer than she could ever know. Once he kissed them, women simply didn’t see him again. The dream took over, and he was forever after associated with the fantasy. Sometimes they lived in a bizarre juxtaposition of then and now, going about their daily lives, except in connection with him.

His wife certainly had.

At the time, he’d thought it worth the price to put an end to the loneliness. Soon enough, he’d discovered that living a lie was worse than being alone. For years, he’d answered to another man’s name, known she saw someone else’s face when he made love to her. It had cut him to the bone, so there was precious little of him left now.

Just enough to accomplish this last task.

“I’ll need to see all your financial records,” she said at length. “If I agree, I need to be sure you’re not the thief.”

He decided to be honest. “I could come up with some dummy accounts to assuage you, but you know that I don’t have any. Officially, I don’t exist. The man I used to be died long ago, and I’ve owned many names since.”

She shrugged. “Then I need to see all of those records, unless they’re all dead, too.”

He waited, sure she would realize the truth. She hadn’t been exaggerating when she called herself clever. It dawned faster on Mia than it would on most.

“They are,” she said quietly. “If I queried Addison Foster, I’d find a recent death certificate, wouldn’t I?”

He nodded. “I’ll let you look at my Thomas Strong account, if you like. That’s the only one I have open.”

“He was a real person, then?”

“Yes.”

“Did you kill him?”

“No. That’s not the way it’s done.”

“Explain it to me.”

A frisson of unease rippled through him. She already knew too much. Telling her more made no sense, especially since she hated him-even if her kisses said otherwise-and had promised to bring him down. He found himself answering anyway.

“When a suitable person perishes overseas, I intercept the information. I set data nodes to prevent the death notices from reaching the authorities.” He thought of the men whose names he borrowed as being in limbo.

“So you mine these identities in case you need them. Nobody ever learns that Thomas Strong died in a scuba diving accident on the Great Barrier Reef.”

He gave a fleeting smile. “It was a car bomb in Moscow actually. But yes, in essence. I gave notice at his last place of employment, procured suitable documents to have his ID replaced, and took a job here.”

“You make it sound so easy.”

“Not easy. I just have a good deal of practice. But it’s not accurate to say nobody ever learns how these men died. Once I finish with an identity, I input the information to spark production of a death certificate. It’s only right that the next of kin be notified.”

“Kind of you,” she said, gently mocking. “Not to make them suffer unduly. If I asked your real name, would you tell me?”

He smiled. “No.”

“Would it mean anything to me?”

“If I answer that, wouldn’t it give you a place to start?”

Guilt flashed across her face, almost too fast for him to catch. So she hadn’t given up on her enmity, merely changed tactics. Commendable, but he had out planned better opponents than her.

“I suppose so. I give you this much: for now we exist in a state of armed truce. If you don’t interfere with my work, I won’t interfere with yours, whatever it may be.”

Could he believe her? In fact, he didn’t, but maybe she’d surprise him. He didn’t want to fight her, especially not when he wanted her so much. His whole body ached at the strength of his reaction to her, and he was dying to find out what would happen if he kissed her again. What would become of the dream this time?

He was afraid to hope she might stay with him the whole time. Raw longing careened through him.

“Generous terms. I accept them.”

“Excellent. I’m really not the vengeance-for-life type. There’s one thing I would like from you to make this official, though.”

A kiss. Oh, he’d love to seal the deal with another kiss. But he might not stop there.

She went on, “An apology. And an explanation.”

“The first I can offer,” he said quietly. “But the second? It would be unwise of you to involve yourself any further in my business.”

She lifted her chin, her dark eyes sharp with perceived rejection. “I’ll take the apology, then.”

This was going to be a tough assignment, even more than he’d previously reckoned.

“I’m sorry I gave you to Serrano, Mia, but you were never in any danger. I had plans under way, and I knew your friend was coming. If I’d hidden you from him, it would’ve tipped my hand too soon, and the body count would’ve been much higher.”

Realization dawned. “You wanted Kyra to kill him for you. But why? What did he do to you? Why didn’t you just kill him yourself? You had ample opportunity.”

“The answers to those questions fall under the umbrella of explanation.” A devil took hold of him then. “Against my better judgment, I’ll answer each one for a kiss.”

She froze, gazing up at him with wide, dark eyes. Confronted with the warm, tactile reality of her, he was forced to admit he’d been dreaming about her for months, about the way she’d looked at him in Vegas, her expression open and full of possibility and desire. Some people might say she lacked classical beauty, but to his mind, she had strength and unconventional loveliness. He especially liked the sharpness of her nose and the dusky sheen to her skin.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Then we’re done here.”

But she seemed to be thinking it over, despite her initial response. “One question, one kiss? Do I get to pick which one out of those I asked?”

“Of course.” Excitement pounded in his veins.

Right now, he didn’t give a shit what Micor was doing behind those locked doors if it meant Mia was going to touch him of her own free will. Snapping at her, all those months ago, because she’d wanted to had cost him more than he cared to consider.

“All right,” she said, and lifted up on her tiptoes.

Her palms framed his face. For a long moment, she gazed into his eyes, and then her mouth brushed his. The warmth felt exquisite. It wasn’t a deep kiss or an erotic one. Nonetheless, it shook him, because when she stepped back, he could tell she saw him.

No haze.

No dream.

The kindling hope sickened him. He’d thought he had outgrown such fantasies. Ideas of home and family-they weren’t for such as him. He had long since excised the parts of him that could be considered vulnerable. But the sweetness of seeing himself reflected in her eyes nearly undid him.