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then started typing, ignoring him completely. He hid his smile and grabbed a nearby desk chair, pulling it over to the front of her desk. She kept typing, her eyes straying only briefly to him before they fixed once more on her monitor. He was in special operations; patience wasn’t just a virtue but a necessity. He used the time to study her.
    She had the same gray eyes as Jake, but the rest of her features were delicate rather than square. With her red hair back in a braid, her pale skin showcased the freckles dusting her nose and cheeks.
    She didn’t look sweet and innocent, though—not with that steely look in her eye and the start of a scowl drawing her brows together. He half expected her to turn and scold him with an Irish lilt in her voice. Her face may have seemed country-girl innocent, but it was her eyes and attitude that told her story. According to Jake, she’d been a sergeant in the army, had at least one tour under her belt, and now was a police detective. Impressive stuff.
    The muscles in her jaw twitched as she clenched her teeth. He tried not to laugh. Her gaze stayed calm and cool, though. An interesting dichotomy. Jake had told him to watch for her temper, but it didn’t seem to be anything he couldn’t handle. He wondered what it would be like when her eyes truly flared with anger. Unbidden, an image of her in her running shorts and tank top from this morning came to his mind. She had great legs and…
    Whoa. He needed to stop those thoughts. She was his friend’s little sister. The mission came first like always, and then if he had time he was to check up on her. That was it.
    He leaned back. But he could look a little more, he decided.
    Her fingers tapped harder on the keys. If it wasn’t for the subtle signs, he would have thought she’d forgotten he was there.
    After ten minutes, she heaved a sigh. “Fine. You win. What would you like to look at first?”
    Just you.
    He squashed the errant thought, not really sure where it had come from. His buddy’s sister, he reminded himself.
    He smiled as if he hadn’t been sitting there for ten minutes. “I’m interested in your Global Intelligence room and what you’ve learned about Al Shabah,” he said. He needed to see if they had any information that he didn’t.
    She stood and walked straight to the GI room, not looking to see if he followed. At the door, she waved him through with an exaggerated motion.
    He raised an eyebrow at her show of reluctance and stared at her until her face flushed. At least she had some feelings.
    “Look,” she said. “I have a lot of work to do before Masters shows. I don’t have time to catch you up on the terrorist we’re after.”
    “Al Shabah? I’ve been after him for over a year. I probably know as much as you about him.”
    “Al Shabah has been in the wind for the last six months.” Her eyes narrowed. “Why are you hunting him? And who do you work for again?”
    “That’s not important,” he said. “What’s important is that I can help you. Or if you’re too busy, you can leave me here to go over some of the chatter your crew has gathered.”
    She stared at him a moment longer. “Okay, let’s see if you really can help.” She brought him into the room. “Generally, we’re searching for any whispers of an attack on U.S. soil, the same as the FBI, but more specifically we’re listening for anything about New York.” She waved at the screens. “I don’t suggest it, but you could listen to one of the channels and give an officer a break, but you’d have to speak that language.” She cocked her head. “What languages can you speak?”
    “Arabic, French, and Russian.” He didn’t think it would matter if she knew that about him. Most people in their line of work could speak multiple languages.
    She studied him. “You’re military?” she said.
    Zach shrugged to evade answering. “I’ve just got a knack for languages.”
    “I’ll set you up on one of the stations and you can go