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he started to come and go.
    “I’m on assignment,” Michael replied, his voice low.
    “Oh, what do you do?”
    His sisters both cast a quick glance at him. People didn’t usually discuss what he did. His normally quiet presence didn’t allow the opening for that discussion. Perhaps he’d drawn too much attention to himself. He gave an easy shrug.
    “I work for the British government.”
    “What exactly do you do for the British government, tiger?” Bill’s sly smile hit him from across the table as she slumped back in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest. Her slow, easy voice belied the fact she was paying close attention. Did she think he might claim to be some kind of spy? No chance of that.
    “Paperwork.” That would kill the conversation.
    Bill’s smile widened as her gaze flickered over his broad chest and muscular shoulders.
    “That must be real heavy paper-pushing you do.”
    Michael took a long, slow look at her until Mac jabbed him in the ribs again and leaned closer.
    “So, Michael, tell me, how do you keep fit if you’re just a paper-pusher? Do you work out much?”
    “Yeah, when I can.”
    “How about we go down to Bill’s gym tomorrow and do some workouts with some of the boys?”
    “Bill’s gym?” Michael inquired, casting her another look, his interest piqued.
    “Yeah, when Bill moved to her own house a couple of years back, she had a gym installed in the basement. We all use it.”
    Listening from across the table, Bill was silent, and her dark brown eyes were bland and disinterested. Jack tutted loudly and rolled his eyes as Michael realized there wasn’t much point in Jack warning him off when Mac had just given him an open invitation to visit her house. Any time.
    “All of you use it?” Michael inquired.
    “Yeah, me and Bill’s four other brothers.” Mac exchanged a pirate’s grin with Jack in a mental high five.
    “Jesus.” Rolling his eyes, Michael picked up the gauntlet. It didn’t look like Mac considered his own warning enough, and he was throwing his other four brothers into the boxing ring to make damn sure Michael stayed away from his little sister. He hadn’t backed down from a challenge in his life. “That’d be good, if Bill doesn’t mind.”
    “Sure.” She shrugged like a teenage kid, all shoulders and sullen expression. “I won’t be there. I’m on duty.” Raising her beer, she saluted him. “Knock yourself out, tiger.”

Chapter 3
    The Little League game was one of Bill’s regular duties, and since Rosie and Aaron were playing their kindergarten debut, it was going to be fun to watch.
    She always sat toward the top of the bleachers for a good view, but it also lent itself to a quick escape. Since the age of eight, she had been able to haul herself over the side and work her way down the scaffolding, agile as a monkey, making her way outside of the gates when the game was over, too impatient to wait for the crowds to move. Old habits die hard, and she still used that escape if she felt the need.
    She cast her gaze around the small stadium and leaned forward to get a better look at the kids scattered around, chirping like little birds, jumping up and down as their parents tried desperately to make sure they were ready to play.
    She would never in a million years understand parents. They outfitted their kids in the very best gear, paid hundreds for a pair of designer sneakers the kid was going to grow out of in a month, and then stood on the sidelines shouting and yelling at the same poor kid to perform. The arrests she had made at these games because the parents had started a brawl…well, all in the name of sportsmanship.
    She smiled as she sat in the sunshine and remembered her brothers when she’d first started to play. No designer crap for her. She’d stood in Ethan’s castoffs and batted like she’d been born to it. It hadn’t made any difference to her performance. All the parents had complained she was too rough for the girls’