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she asked, wanting some tidbit that she could use to make partnering with him easier. And to tame her reaction to him.
    Shrugging, he said, “I’m just a regular Joe. No hidden agendas. Don’t want to do anything besides catching the bad guy.”
    She didn’t need her second sight to know he was being totally honest, and that bothered her. In her millennia of dealing with humans, such individuals had been few and far between. Unfortunately, in her experience, they didn’t last long in the real world.
    She raised her latte and proposed a toast, hoping his story would end better than the others she had witnessed. “Here’s to regular Joes, Sanchez.”
    “Miguel,” he said. “Call me, Miguel.”
    It was an intimacy she wasn’t ready for. She tapped his cup with hers, swiveled her chair back toward her desk, and said, “Get a move on, Sanchez. We’ve got to hit the road soon.”
    “You are a tough nut, Helene,” he said, and she sensed his departure. And ignored the way her name on his tongue caused a funny vibration in the pit of her stomach.
    He’s a regular Joe. And regular Joes don’t mix well with goddesses , she reminded herself firmly. Even so, she was hard pressed to forget the fascinating mix of emotions she had perceived inside him. Not to mention his exceptional human form.
    She gave an inward groan. Time to satisfy that uniquely human physical itch .
    She slid one last look at her new partner, appreciating how handsome he was yet again.
    Definitely time to scratch that itch .
    But not with a human.
    And especially not with Special Agent Sanchez.
    Since arriving in New York, she had sensed that the city had its share of immortals. The unusual thrum of power she had experienced on more than one occasion had clued her in to the fact that there was an underground of otherworldly beings mingling amongst the humans.
    Vampires, shapeshifters, and other creatures certainly added an interesting spice to the mix in more ways than one. For starters, their underworld would likely have its own ethics and methods for dealing with evil. Methods more brutal—and likely more inventive—than those she employed in her mortal disguise.
    Then there was the possibility of enjoying the company of other immortals, who were generally far superior to the temporal beings she was forced to endure in her current position. Humans who were for the most part pathetically weak and unfortunately boring.
    Still, there were exceptions.
    She lifted her gaze back to Sanchez. No . Not boring, but decidedly off limits.
    She resumed her review of the file. Her main mission had to be to catch the serial killer the press had dubbed the Butcher. She couldn’t afford to falter in her quest. The cost wasn’t just the loss of another human life. Failure was not an option. If she did mess up, her time on Earth would come to an end and she would be forced to return to Olympus.
    Olympus, where she would not only have to suffer the jests and intrigues of her fellow gods and goddesses, but also her father, Zeus. A father who, on the worst day of her existence, had made her fully and vividly comprehend exactly what justice demanded.
    Vengeance had called to her that day, and she had answered. Some might say she had been born for it. Never again would she let someone suffer as she had. Or get away with harming others because they were more powerful. Justice and vengeance were her destiny.
    She couldn’t let Sanchez’s doubts or her confusing attraction to him—a mere mortal—disrupt her mission.
    And yet…a little bit of her wondered what might happen if, just this once, she explored her fascination with a regular Joe.

Chapter Four
    Detective Peter Daly was a good-looking man. Longish sandy-blond hair brushed the neck of his plain white button-down. The black suit he wore was of average quality, as were his shoes, but after meeting his gaze Helene understood he was anything but average.
    Deep intelligence hid behind seemingly lazy blue eyes, but