“More tea?” Rome’s rumbling voice drew her out of her musings.

“Sure, thank you,” she answered. After her recent thoughts, she was feeling a little parched.

A wide smile creased his strong face and he stood, taking the bowl and their empty glasses with him. She couldn’t help watching him saunter to the kitchen. His worn jeans hugged his hard body close enough for her to easily see the muscles in his thighs shifting underneath the fabric. And his taut rear practically called to her just before it slipped behind the open refrigerator door.

Harper decided she needed to move around. Maybe she should indulge herself with a battle in the PlayStation room. Something as normal as a video game might take her mind off of her unreal situation and her budding attraction to Rome. She was with him for his tactical expertise, not his sexy tushie.

“I think I will take you on in the other room,” she said to him as she walked into the kitchen, clasping her hands together and stretching her arms behind her head, drawing the cotton fabric of the T-shirt snugly across her breasts.

The Tupperware pitcher dropped from his hand and bounced on the hard floor, coming to rest on its side as tea gushed out the open top. She shifted her gaze from the spill to his face. Liquid blue eyes stared at her with an intensity that burned a trail from her raised arms down her shoulders to her stretched-out chest and then to her face, which reddened under his blatant appreciative scrutiny. Dropping her arms, she crossed them tightly and turned her attention back to the floor.

“Do you have a towel or something?” she asked, hearing a huskiness in her voice as she nodded toward the floor. His gaze must have also burned her throat.

“Um, yeah, um.” Rome’s tone was low and gravelly as well. “Um, no. Go ahead and pick out one of the games.” He raked his hand across his head, ruffling his damp hair. “I’ll clean this up and meet you in there.”

Good idea. She nodded slowly and headed toward the other room, away from the heated kitchen.

Harper stepped into the room with the PlayStation 3 and perused the stack of games piled on the table against the semifinished wall, absently turning on the game console along with the television.

Rome had the standard sports and shooter games. The ice hockey looked fun, but considering the T-shirt she was wearing, she’d figured Rome was a hockey fan and probably an expert. Not her game. She knew from personal experience that hockey players were definitely hotties. After all, she’d gone to a few San Jose Sharks games back home. But she liked the idea of being under the water, not skating on it. Plus, she wanted to win. So she picked out a popular football game instead and stuck in the disc.

There. Playing a game she’d already easily mastered should cool her down and focus her attention on something other than Rome. Who was quickly beginning to steal her attention in a strictly carnal way.

He walked in the room and plopped down on the folding chair next to hers.

Sitting very close, he almost brushed her thigh as he reached for the second controller. The muscles in his leg flexed against her. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Well, at least she was distracted from her messed up life.

“Football?” he asked, his voice lifting. “How about hockey?” She gave him a sideways glance and saw him shoot her a playful frown.

“You a big hockey fan?” She plucked at the North Stars T-shirt she was wearing with her free hand.

His gaze moved to her chest and she watched the clear blue of his eyes darken into deep swirling pools. She looked down to see whether she’d spilled something, but no, he was just ogling her boobs. A little smile creeped onto her face at the thought. Hadn’t she just been doing the same to his butt?

“Um, no. I mean, yeah. Yeah, I am.” Rome’s voice was scratchy, and he cleared his throat with a little shake of his head. Raising his gaze, he met hers and smiled a tad guiltily. “I grew up in Minnesota.” He gestured, not too close, to her chest and the team’s old emblem. “I used to play in college at UM, but I busted my knee up really bad. I had to retire.” He rubbed his right knee absently. She imagined a scar under the worn denim.

No wonder he was so darn sexy. And that explained the rolling r’s that made her swoon when he said her name.

“Wow, you must’ve been pretty good,” she said, remembering he’d said the same thing to her just a few minutes ago about her swimming.

“Pro scouts were all over me until my injury.” He smirked.

As a former collegiate athlete, she understood the commitment that took. And the heartache his injury must have caused. She’d faced something similar.

“You ever get injured, Harper? I mean bad like that?” Was he reading her mind?

“About four years ago,” she answered levelly. It still felt as if it were yesterday. “My first preliminary heat at the Olympics. The four-hundred-meter individual medley. My best race. I was so far ahead, I thought I would show off a little. I mistimed my turn and hit the wall. Tore out my shoulder.”

“Ouch.” He cringed in reflex. “But you bounced right back. Me, I was done. You never really realize how quickly your life can change. Well, I guess you would.” He shot her a rueful smile that almost melted her insides with its sweetness.

“I was done, too.” She shook her head, remembering how shattered she’d been. “I was a mess. I never wanted to go into the pool again. But Bobby convinced me not to give up. So I started over.”

She thought of the long years in between her injury and now. The endless rehab and the pain. The rigorous training. But it had been her dream to make the Olympic team once again. Only Bobby had known how badly she wanted it. Her ego was too big to let anyone else know just how much it meant to her. So when she destroyed her shoulder, no one was there to help her pick up her concealed pieces.

Except Bobby. She had wanted to forget it all ever happened. Forget all her wasted years of training just to have had it taken away in a split second on one greedy move. But Bobby wouldn’t let her give up her dream. He said she had the strength to see it through once more. So she’d started over.

And now look where she was.

“Your brother’s right. You are strong. Inside and out,” Rome said, resting a warm hand on her knee. She could tell he was watching her carefully. “Besides, I’m not sure I would have had the focus and discipline for the pros, anyway. I don’t have your drive.”

“Oh, I think you do.” She mentally shook off the futile thoughts of her swimming and thought about how strangely alike they really were. “You just channel it differently.” She watched a smile crawl onto his face and then turned her attention to the television as the start screen of the game appeared. “So, how did you evolve from hockey player to government agent?” Her fingers moved on her controller, selecting a team.

“I have a degree in political science,” he answered. She raised her eyebrows. He looked affronted. “What? Hockey players skate on the ice, not through the classroom. What was your major? Or did you even go to college?”

“Double major. Computer science and systems engineering,” she countered with a disarming grin. “Stanford.”

“Well, goody for you,” he grumbled, turning back to the television. She laughed and watched him pick a team for himself. “Anyway, after I blew out my knee-and yes, I graduated-I got a job with the government, working for intelligence. My parents were both intelligence officers. But I was bored with just planning the ops. I wanted to be out there doing it. So I applied for field training. I had an excellent mentor who said I had great instincts. I then became an agent.”

Harper noticed the fondness in his voice when he spoke of his mentor. She was beginning to think that underneath his tough-guy shell was an adorable softie she really wanted to explore. But right now, she just wanted to relax and forget everything and lose herself in his easy company.