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on a mission right now; he needed to focus on that. But he didn’t ball his hand into a fist or drop it to his side. Instead he drew it back slowly, his fingertips hovering just above her arm, close enough to brush against the dusting of hair that coated her skin. The contact was electrifying, and the way she shivered made him want more—so much more.
    Damn the freaking terrorists to hell and back.
    Duty first. Fun later.
    The doors slid open and, after weathering a scathing look from the Asian chick in the chaps and midriff-baring jacket, he held it for the brunette. “After you, ma’am.”
    She ducked her head, the hint of a smile crossing her lips, stepped out of the elevator, and headed directly to the registration table. Cal couldn’t decide whether to thank his lucky stars or curse them. He wanted to talk to her. Find out her name at least and maybe her number, so he could find her once he’d dealt with the latest threat to world peace.
    She made it to the table in front of him and leaned over to fill something out. Jesus, even her ass is cute. He was so busy staring at her that he almost missed it when the person working the table asked for her name.
    “Penelope Holloway. The badge should say Pen, though.”
    Penelope Holloway. Penelope Holloway. He could remember that until he got upstairs. Then it would only take a few minutes to track down her cell number and…
    What was he doing? Did he think he could just call her later? And say what? Hi, this is the guy you were in the elevator with. I hope you don’t mind, but I used my government contacts to get your phone number so I could call and see if you wanted to get a drink. Oh yeah, because that didn’t scream stalker. He was being stupid—he should just ask.
    Too bad when he dragged himself from his musings, Penelope of the epic-levels-of-cuteness was gone.
    And in this crowd, he might never find her again.
    Damn. To stalk or not to stalk?
    Who was he kidding? There was no question—he was definitely going to end up stalking…at least a little.
     

 
    Chapter Four
    Hit Me With Your Best Shot
     
    Four hours later,a man in cyborg gear was traveling the length of the line for the meet-and-greet with Stan Lee. The cyborg pressed something into Pen’s palm then continued down the line, handing the same type of nondescript envelope to everyone. She tugged a pair of laminated papers from inside. Beneath the plastic, a holographic image was embossed over a ticket to the advance screening of Silencing Gravity .
    Holy shit! She’d been counting the days until the movie came out, and now she’d get to see it early! In an attempt to not look like an idiot, she stifled her ecstasy until it was little more than an internal happy dance. A closer look at the tickets showed tiny bits of metal embedded beneath the plastic, and was that…a computer chip?
    Her examination was cut short by a voice right next to her saying, “Do you play Heroes of Fallen Gods ?”
    Pen jerked her gaze away from the tickets to meet the hazel eyes of a guy with an artfully mussed head of black curls. She blinked at him. Had he gotten her message? “Lohonas?”
    A huge grin crossed his face, and the guy swept into a low bow. “At your service.”
    He wasn’t anything like what she expected, and she couldn’t help but compare him to the guy in the elevator. Still, this was her paladin, her hero, her partner. She returned his grin. “It’s so great to meet you in person. Sorry for being such a dork about it the other day. Just gun-shy, I guess.”
    “Don’t worry about it”—he glanced at her nametag—“Pen. Nice to finally put a face with the avatar. What do you say to grabbing a drink and getting to know each other better?”
    She bit her mouse nail and tried to judge how long the line actually was by counting people. Really long. Like hours long. Her shoulders sagged. I suppose I can meet Stan Lee at the next con—assuming he’s still alive.
    With Herculean effort, she tore