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only interested in what you want.” She adjusted the chair until her feet touched the carpet. “Now, what do you want?”
    “I know you don’t believe me, but I want to see you succeed with the FPU.”
    “I already met half of the team. We’ll get along fine. I don’t need hand holding.” Not that he’d ever tried any kind of niceties with her.
    “I’ve heard about Ramirez , and his little Casanova ways.”
    She stopped searching through her files to glance up at him. “Ramirez is one of the best field operatives. I’ve read his file. He and Buchanan work as a team. In and out. No messes. No problems.”
    Galvez’s features tightened. “He’s also a flirt.”
    “Not everybody is perfect.” She flung back. “You certainly aren’t.”
    They had a staring contest that lasted a long tense moment. She curled her fingers into fists, nails biting into her palms.
    “Let me know if you need my help.”
    Of course she would. When hell froze over. “Anything else?”
    “Yes. Keep me abreast of all that goes on with the team.”
    She took a breath and counted to ten backward and forward before replying. Her attempt a t tamping down the surge of anger hadn’t worked well. “How many times do I have to tell you, you’re not my boss?” Heat kissed her cheeks. Her temperature had risen to the point she knew sweat would start gathering on her upper lip. She tried not to growl when she spoke. “This is my team. I do things my way. If I have a problem, I will let Wheeler know.”
    Galvez marched to the door. His pristi ne, black suit only made his brown skin appear even darker. He gripped the handle. “Don’t forget why you’re here.”
    Was he for real? Like she could.
    “Oh, I won’t.” She got out through gritted teeth. “I’m here to lead a team of paranormal agents. You, on the other hand, are here to piss me off.”
    He jerked the wooden door open. “I’ll be watching you.”
    “I’ve no doubt you will.”
    Would he leave already and stop his stupid taunts? He marched off in silence. Rage licked at her skin. She wasn’t one to anger easily, but Galvez just pushed the buttons that made her want to pull out some missiles and go World War III on him.
    She sat there, silent. Galvez might be a jerk, but he had pull. No matter what happened, she needed to keep her team under control. If she didn’t , they’d surely remove her, and only God knew who they’d put in charge.
    Buzzing sounded from her pocket. Shit. She’d forgotten Clara. She sent Donovan a message, asking her to pull up the missing person’s report and email it to her. A few moments later an envelope popped up on her screen. It was the missing person’s report for Roxana Santos.
    Her sixteen-year-old cousin had been missing for two days. Aunt Clara had reported her missing yesterday. No definitive information on who might know where the teen had gone.
    Sixteen and missing. S he reached for the phone, dialed the Holy Oaks Police Department, and waited. Ten frustrating minutes later she had no more information than she’d had before. She gripped the squishy stress ball from her desk and hurled it at her door. At the same time it opened. Brock’s hand shot out and caught it.
    “Nice shot. Didn’t realize you knew it was me.”
    She licked her lips. Christ how was she gonna survive this day from hell? Fuck. She tried really hard not to ogle him again, but failed miserably. “I didn’t. What can I do for you?”
    “What’s wrong?” His brows dipped low. Muscles shifted under the black T-shirt. Big smooth muscles. Muscles she knew were warm to touch. Her throat dried like the flames from yesterday had licked away all the moisture.
    “Nothing’s wrong.”
    She tried to blink the vision of his naked body away. Her brain focused on the image of his tight pecs and six-pack abs. Of the dark lines tattooed on his arms and chest. Jesus. She would never get any work done with that on her mind. She blinked. Only now her focus moved to his