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show. He hoped it involved something like freeing more little swimmers from Stock’s balls, or finishing the nose job she’d started.
    But the little dancer didn’t go near the car. She skipped over to him . Before he could recover from the switch-up, Zoe threw her arms around his neck—and landed a solid kiss on his cheek.
    He froze.
    Rhett and Rebel whooped. El joined them. Everyone else clapped. Even Brynn, who still looked like his cojones on a platter would suit her just fine.
    “You were right, spook man,” Zoe drawled. “ That was a kick-ass wedding gift.” She kissed his other cheek, using it as an excuse to murmur into his ear, “But next time, we’ll just kill the chindago , okay?”

Chapter Two
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    “S he actually said that?”
    Tess Lesange laughed her way through the question. Number one, the reaction made sense. Number two, it beat having to hide how badly she wanted to jump the bones—and anything else—of the man who dwarfed the little table they shared for a last-minute lunch at Mundo.
    Though they’d agreed to meet only an hour ago, Dan had arrived early enough to snag the table’s location, in a corner deep enough to cloak the right side of his face from the room. As usual, he’d dressed like every other “power government” guy in the place—a concerted effort on his part to blend as much as possible—though she didn’t have the heart to tell him that would never be possible. The man would command the space around him even if he’d arrived in a gunny sack. But take that natural aura of power, leadership, and animal-attraction sensuality, then slide it all into a charcoal suit, pinstriped shirt, trendy tie, and polished Ferragamos…
    No damn way was this man going to “just blend” in any room.
    Or make her yearn any less to help him dirty it all up.
    She forced herself not to fixate on the poetry of his long fingers, swirling their way around the rim of his beer mug. It was another effort altogether to ignore the glances he got from women at other tables, openly betraying how they’d let their bodies trade place with that mug in an instant.
    Like she was any better than them.
    Not by a single damn iota.
    Friend zone, Tess. You’re solidly there and you’ll never be anyplace else. Get it through your thick, over-styled head . The man likes little, cute, curvy show dancers, not tall, gawky, a-little-too-weird intel analysts .
    Though she sure couldn’t tell that right now.
    Damn. The man had a gift, a potent one, for making a girl feel like the object of his sole attention, despite the lunch hour chaos in one of downtown’s hottest restaurants. She might be the one with the office nickname of “the laser,” but she’d never felt like the entire world just went away unless she was with Dan. Though she’d never been in the field a day in her life, she imagined his intense focus was his hugest strength during the life-and-death ops he often regaled her with.
    Never could she have guessed that his friend’s wedding would be added to that list.
    “Yeah.” Dan smirked fully enough to tug at his scar tissue. “Word for word. That’s really what she said.”
    She scooped a chip into the bowl of guacamole between them. “I think I like this Zoe person.” Took a bite out of the bright green smoodge of heaven, barely controlling her eyes from rolling back in her head. Holy hell, this place made bueno guac .
    Dan chuckled. “She’s a scrappy one, all right.”
    “You tell her that to her face?”
    “You think I’m that dumb? She wanted to put a bullet in Stock’s brain worse than me. ‘Scrappy’ wouldn’t be jamming a bee under her bonnet. It’d stir the whole hive.”
    She flashed a bigger smile. “You were both right not to kill him. He’s under max security watch now. As soon as his—errr—injury heals, he’ll be processed then prosecuted with anything we can throw at him. Cameron Stock and his empty nut sack will never see the sky free of barbed wire