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down the page of notes to a photo of her imbedded in the document. Yasmine, at seventeen,newly released from the detention center, caught on film by a local journalist. Her story had been plastered all over the news, mainly because she was young, brilliant, female and beautiful, as opposed to the typical gawky male hackers the public expected.
    But one glance at her wide mouth, her soulful eyes, her satin skin, and his groin stirred. He was in a world of trouble if that’s the amount of self-control he could muster for her. An image of her strutting around the office in slim-fitting pants came to mind, and he got a full-on erection.
    Maybe he needed to go into the bathroom and take care of himself before she arrived, make sure his self-control was intact for his first evening with her.
    But then the doorbell rang. Alex scrambled to save and close his document, then shut the laptop and went to the door. A glance through the window confirmed that it was Yasmine.
    He adjusted himself in his pants, willed the woody to disappear—no luck there—and opened the door.
    He’d dressed earlier in his best black suit and tie, but had been surprised to discover that his jacket had gotten a little too tight from his recent haunting of the gym. So he’d been forced to settle for a black vest instead. In the land that invented California casual, he was pretty sure no one would give a damn.
    Yasmine surveyed his appearance and smiled. He hoped like hell she hadn’t spotted the erection. His life had turned into a bad sitcom.
    “Hey,” she said. “Sorry I’m a little early. I had good traffic karma.”
    “Hey, yourself. You look great.” His gaze droppedstraight to her cleavage. She wore a crimson velvet dress that dipped in a low vee at her chest, exposing the lush upper halves of her breasts, surprisingly full for her small frame. Yeah, he was being crude by staring.
    He surveyed the rest of her, from her narrow waist to her long, firm legs exposed below her knee-length skirt, then lower to her feet adorned by a pair of do-me high heels. When he met her gaze again, she looked amused rather than annoyed.
    “Thanks,” she said. “Are you ready?”
    Was he? If he could establish, at the very least, a friendship with Yasmine, eventually he could find out what he needed to know. But his body ached for a hell of a lot more than friendship.
    “Yeah.” He took off out the door with her.
    Outside, the night had grown cool, and the sounds of the Inner Sunset neighborhood where he’d lived for the past five years filled the air with a cacophonic music he’d learned to love. He’d moved to San Francisco from Virginia for his first FBI assignment, and now he never wanted to leave.
    He crammed himself into the passenger seat of her red Volkswagen Cabriolet, and when she got in on the driver’s side, she looked at his knees pressed against the dashboard and laughed.
    “Guess my ride wasn’t made for tall people.”
    He tried to adjust his legs but couldn’t. “Most cars aren’t.”
    “You can move the seat back with the levers on the side.”
    A minute later he had enough leg room and had adjusted the seat until he was comfortable, or at least asmuch as he could be in Yasmine’s presence. She drove like a woman with a serious case of road rage, and he had to bite his tongue to keep from insisting she pull over and let him take the wheel.
    “You’re being awfully quiet,” she said, glancing at him at the same time she was tailgating a Toyota.
    “You’re scaring me,” he said, grinning. “Anyone ever tell you that you drive like a lunatic?”
    She laughed. “Um, yeah. I’ll try to restrain myself.”
    So would he.
    “So are you spending the holidays with your family?” she asked.
    “Actually, no. My brother and parents rented a place in Hawaii, but I couldn’t get the time off to join them, since I’m the new guy in the office.”
    She seemed about to say something, but didn’t.
    “How about you?” he asked.
    “My