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After a few minutes she turned to me and pulled off her cap. “Well, aren’t you going to ask me about my eye?”

Without the cap I could see a diagonal scar that started below the patch and ran all the way up through her eyebrow. It had carved a white line deep in her olive-colored skin. “Tell me what happened,” I said.

She put her cap back on and took a seat on one of my deck chairs. “Actually it was my own damned fault. After I got back to Israel, I managed to find one of the ISIS leaders who had planned the Al Andalus attack. Unfortunately, I didn’t find the knife he had hidden before it was too late.” Then she gave me that wolfish grin of hers. “But I can promise you that he’ll never hatch another plot.”

I remembered how she’d withstood my fumbling attempt to stitch up her arm, and I could easily believe that she could take such a devastating wound like the one to her eye and still be able to strike a fatal blow at her enemy.

“Couldn’t the doctors . . .?” I asked, gesturing at the patch.

She shook her head. “The wound was too severe, and besides, it was eighteen hours before I was able to get back to my team and be airlifted to a hospital. By then . . .” She shrugged.

I thought maybe I should change the subject, so I asked, “Are you still in Mossad?”

By the expression on her face I knew immediately that I’d asked the wrong question. “They kicked me out,” she said in clipped, bitter tones. “With this face there was no way I could ever go undercover again. And since I’m right-handed, my marksmanship has gone all to hell. They offered to try to find me a desk job elsewhere in the government, but I wanted no part of that.”

She fell silent, but I could still sense her unhappiness.

After a few moments she looked up at me again. “The last three years have been hard in several ways. I had . . . well, I guess you’d call him a lover back in Tel Aviv, and we had talked about something more permanent once I left the service. But when I went home to recuperate from my wound, he couldn’t take it. He never said anything, but he would never look at my face. I guess he wasn’t the man I thought he was.”

I could tell that she was trying to pass off what had happened as insignificant, but her expression told me she was still hurting. I pulled up a chair beside her and put my arm around her shoulder. We sat there in silence for a long time, looking out at the city and the harbour below.

Finally I asked the question that had been on my mind the whole time. “So how did you find me here in New Zealand?”

“I pulled a few strings with some old contacts and tracked you down.” She gave me a little smile. “You certainly did a good job of getting away.”

I smiled back. “At the time I just wanted to put as much distance between me and my old life as I could. But I’ve built a new life for myself here, and now this is home.” Then I looked at her carefully. “You haven’t told me why you tracked me down.”

Her face grew pensive. “You were such a surprise to me, Thomas. When I first met you I thought you were just a nerd who was clever with computer code. But I kept discovering depths in you that I never expected. I saw you face danger and handle situations that would have made most people falter. I was sorry when I had to leave that I didn’t get the chance to learn more about you.”

She paused and stared out at the darkness. “The other reason is that the time we spent together, as crazy and dangerous as it was, was better than any time since.” She turned around to face me. “I missed it and I missed being with you.”

Then her face took on an expression that I didn’t recognize at first. “Besides,” she said huskily, “we still have unfinished business. We never got a chance to celebrate.” Suddenly she pulled my head toward hers and kissed me with so much passion that it was hard for either of us to breathe. I stood up and pulled her body to me, and we clutched each other like we were drowning. After a minute I led her inside and back to my bedroom, both of us panting and aflame with desire. It took us three tries to douse those flames.

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