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an agent?”
    He winked. “Hey, the world is full of bloody weird love stories. I guess this was one of them.”
    She laughed, then moaned when she realized she hurt all over.
    Conall drew Evelyn up to her feet and into his arms. His arms tucked her close, his gaze searching for damage. “Are you hurt?”
    “No,” she said between pants for breath. She trembled with adrenaline and leftover fear. “I’m super.”
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    He grinned, worry leaving his expression. “I’ll say you are. Maybe I was wrong about you not being agent material. All my powers and I couldn’t take the banshee down but you did it with a fucking stapler.”
    She gave him a cheeky smile, a renewal of energy sparking inside her. She trembled with a mixture of relief and gratification, and she snuggled closer into his arms.
    “Thanks. What do we do now?”
    “Call Mac. He needs to come down here and see that we’ve kicked banshee ass.”
    * * * * *
    As Mac Tudor stared at Conall and her, Evelyn wondered if a tongue-lashing would follow the full report on the banshee’s demise.
    Instead Mac smiled. “I thought I’d seen everything.” He stood with his hands on his hips as he paced his office, then stopped. “But I guess today I’ve learned something new.”
    Evelyn added her grin. “So did I. Special Agent Tierney has highly unusual skills.”
    Conall crossed his arms. “I’d say Evelyn deserves a letter of recommendation and commendation when the time comes for her to apply for the academy.”
    “Me?” Evelyn almost squeaked the question. She swallowed hard.
    “You,” Mac said. “You managed to outwit a banshee with a stapler. That’s something no one has ever thought of before.” Mac looked at his watch. “It’s late. I think we should all go home. I’ll see you later.”
    After Mac left them, Conall took her arm and headed past Mac’s office down another hallway.
    “What are you doing?” she asked.
    “We need to talk somewhere very private.”
    “About what?”
    “About what we started in this office earlier this evening. About what is happening between us.”
    She wanted to deny it. She wanted to embrace it. While she fought her confusion, she followed along in his wake.
    “By the way,” she asked. “How did you lock me in the office earlier?”
    “I used my mind to mess with the lock. It’s something I learned to do years ago, including the nifty trick I used to knock you out earlier.”
    She sniffed. “Nifty. Right.”
    He already understood how she’d escaped Mac’s office; she’d told him after they’d made contact with security and called Mac. In the ensuing hour and a half she’d learned much about the intriguing agent, except how he’d whirled through the air at mind-25

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    bending speeds and appeared and disappeared in the hallway with lightning-blurring intensity.
    Before she could say anything, he guided her into the small employee lounge and closed the door. With a glance at the lock, it clicked into place.
    “You’re just full of surprises,” she said.
    “There’s more where that came from,” he said huskily.
    Then he reached behind her and unclipped her hair with one swift and efficient movement. He put the hairclip in his pocket.
    “What—” she started.
    “Your hair was coming out anyway.” His gaze admired her. “It’s beautiful. Don’t you ever wear it down?”
    “Of course. Mostly on the weekends.”
    His attention traveled over her body with no apologies, clear sexual interest etched into his handsome face. “What do you wear on weekends?”
    Perplexed, she shrugged. “Whatever I want.”
    “How about at night?”
    “At night?”
    “To bed.”
    “It’s none of your business.”
    “I’d love to find out.”
    She rose to the challenge, liking the game. “Okay, if you must know—I sleep naked.”
    “Oh, God,” he whispered. He slipped his hand into her hair at the back of her neck.
    “I’d like to see that.”
    Desire flared inside her