"Would it be too forward of me to ask for your number?" Kimo asked, giving you a lopsided grin.

His eyes were half-lidded, a sign of how much he'd drank as he leaned on the bar counter.

Kimo had been sent on a mission that had involved you as a suspect.

You wouldn't be too hard to handle. He'd honeypot his way into your good graces and get all the information he wanted out of you.

If only it were that easy...the way you smiled, the way you laughed...it sent shivers up his spine.