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about to go study. I take my LLAT exam in less than a week, remember?"
    "You're studying on a Saturday?"
    I decide to get snarky. "Derek, you act as if I live a normal young adult life. Well, I don't have any plans with the expansive number of friends that I don't have, and my lack-thereof boyfriend hasn't called for a night out. So unfortunately, I have to go study for the test that will eventually help me take your job."
    He laugh s, and the familiar sound makes me smile. I'm glad I can still make him laugh.
    "Well said. Has Gibbs been in touch?"
    "No, but he will, I'm sure. Any news?"
    He grunts into the phone. "I wish. If you meet up with him at any point, I need you to put a descrambler on his phone. The sneaky bastard has some sort of signal-altering software, and we can’t seem to tap his phone like we normally would. It looks like we might need to get a bit old school and put something on his phone directly.
    "I will work on it. I am sure he will call soon." There is a long pause. "Agent Matthews?" I ask, filling the silence.
    "Do you want to get a beer tonight?" he asks.
    Another long pause.
    "I don't think that's a good idea."
    Another long pause.
    "I understand, Agent Turner. I'll be in touch."
    I am almost disappointed that he didn't fight for it, but I don't have time either.
    "Goodbye, Derek."
     
     
     
    JEREMY HUNT
    Rough morning. Can I still consider it morning? I peer at my watch . 11 a.m. Yeah, I can still consider this morning.
    I run my hand through my hair, utterly frustrated.
    That breakfast meeting with Richard Dyvornychenko did not go as planned. When will I be able to get that Russian contract? I've been trying to convince them for the past six months that with our patents and their investors we can easily master the solar energy problems both our companies have been having, but I can't get that Russian bugger to trust me. I feel a little out of control. This is the last company I need to sign to move forward on one of our green energy projects. Fuck.
    I stroll into a coffee shop near Boston Common, seeking a caffeine fix. I did not sleep well last night, and I was not at the top of my game at the meeting as I should have been. The line is long and I hate public places.
    The line scoots forward . I'm about fifth in line when I glance around, and someone catches my eye in the back corner. A girl. I do a double take. There is something familiar about her, but not quite. I only have a profile view.
    She is sitting at a table , reading from what I can assume is a textbook by its size. Actually, it looks as if many textbooks lie scattered across the table.
    At a quick glance, she could be anyone, but her hair catches my attention. It's almost black, thick, and curly, and it cascades messily over her shoulders.
    I would have overlooked her , but it's the movement she makes that makes me wonder. She tangles her finger in one of her wavy locks, twirling it, and then letting it go. It's distracting. Not that she looks plain—actually, the opposite—but she is completely natural. No thick layer of makeup on her face.
    Without looking up from her reading, she grabs for her coffee, and sips it robotically. As she sets the cup down, she nibbles her plump, pink lip, and the memory of her floods my brain. How could I forget?
    Alex. The waitress from the club. The one who put me in my place, and the one who wouldn't give me what I wanted. What are the chances? I think. The thought sends a shiver down my spine.
    I examine her attire: skinny jeans and a plaid long-sleeved shirt. The flannel shirt is formfitting, and I note her flawless skin is visible above her jeans. It's tantalizing. Who knew someone could look attractive reading a book? I can't tear my eyes off her gnawing at her lip as she reads; I want to bite that lip.
    Whoa, slow your roll , Hunt. Marcus is into her, remember?
    Fuck that. I am too intrigued and cannot take this sighting as a mere coincidence. I remember she mention ed some exam during her