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saidyou
are
looking
good,
Gracie.”
    And,
ah,
her
spine
went
so
predictably
straight
he
almost
laughed.
Almost,
because,
well,
that
Rodeo
dude still
had
his
hand
on
her
back
and
he,
the
outcast
Postal,
was
still
toying
in
his
pockets
with
some
freebie leftover
tea
bags
from
his
buds’
inflight
lunches.
    Joe
Greco—ever
the
honorable
gentleman—ambled
over
and
hooked
an
arm
around
Bobby’s
neck.
“Do you
want
me
to
gag
him
for
you,
Lieutenant
Lanier?
Or
better
yet,
maybe
I
could
stake
him
down
on
an anthill
in
the
jungle?”
    “Tempting,
but
no
need,
thank
you
all
the
same.”
Grace
Marie
smoothed
back
hair
already
perfectly
in
place in
spite
of
the
cranking
temps.
“He
simply
complimented
me—and
my
van.
Nothing
wrong
in
that.” This
woman
always
did
have
a
way
of
surprising
him,
which
he
liked
even
when
he
knew
they
would
make each
other
crazy.
Of
course,
he’d
never
been
good
about
making
smart
choices.
“She
dumped
me,
so
she’s being
kind
now.
She’s
a
nice
lady.”
    And
he
so
wasn’t
a
nice
boy.
    No
big
deal,
though.
They
would
hang
out
together
for
the
next
week
on
this
lowkey
operation
that
would give
him
a
chance
to
forget
all
about
this
hot,
nice
lady
and
find…
    Uh.
    His
mind
blanked
on
what
plan
B
might
be.

    But
he
had
one
laidback,
quiet
week
to
find
out.
    CHAPTER
TWO
    

    Cantou
University
    Nuclear
science
retreat
    

    FELICIAFRATARCANGELO
NEEDEDinformation
and
Dr.
Matthias
Lanier
had
the
answers.
    She
took
her
time
storing
her
lab
supplies
while
other
younger
students
bustled
out
around
her
at
the
end
of
a brainstorming
session
that
had
run
until
well
after
dark.
A
research
group
of
a
dozen
worked
late
tonight,
so it
shouldn’t
take
long
for
them
to
clear
and
her
to
be
alone
with
Dr.
Lanier.
    The
whole
symposium
of
approximately
two
hundred
were
designated
into
research
sections.
Ultimately,
all the
information
would
be
cobbled
together
in
hopes
of
developing
a
cheaper,
hybrid
form
of
nuclear
energy to
provide
power
to
parts
of
Cantou
poverty
stricken
after
a
tsunami.
Honorable.
Good
work.
If
that’s
what everyone
was
really
doing.
    Seeing
Dr.
Lanier
hunched
over
his
computer
at
his
desk,
she
could
almost
feel
sorry
for
the
man.
Almost.
    He
was
smart,
genius
level,
and
while
he
might
appear
the
stereotypical
absentminded
professor,
she’d learned
long
ago
not
to
trust
any
facade.
    After
all,
she
wasn’t
who
she
appeared,
either.
    The
other
classmates
at
the
science
retreat
thought
she
was
a
disgruntled
new
divorcée
returning
to
finish
her higher
education,
most
recently
through
a
studentexchange
program
between
the
U.S.
and
Cantou.
In actuality,
she’d
completed
her
bachelor’s
degree
and
two
more
postgraduate
degrees
in
nuclear
physics
and microbiology
well
over
ten
years
ago.
    She
enjoyed
the
whole
Mata
Hari
notion
after
so
many
years
as
a
bedridden
bald
teen,
a
slave
to
doctors, meds
and
pain.
Germs
had
been
her
worst
enemy,
an
everlurking
lethal
threat
that
left
her
with
nothing
but