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fist.
    Teague tilted his head toward the hut. “You got her buttoned up?”
    “She’s showering.”
    “Good. Think she was telling the truth about Guzman’s son? That he’s gay?”
    Jackson nodded. “It explains everything. Why she was there. Why she doesn’t know a damn thing.”
    “I agree.” Teague’s mouth thinned. “She’s not any use to us. We’re tracking some of Alejandro’s friends’ movements, and we’re trying to hack his phone. The guys we sent to search Suri’s apartment found her phone, and we copied all the contents, including his private number. I’ll let you know when we get a bead on his location.”
    Inside, Jackson was relieved the other man agreed she was probably innocent. She’d be able to go home, instead of being turned over to the DEA for another round of questioning. He hadn’t been comfortable watching Teague go after her before, had curled his fists beside his thighs to keep from yanking her from that chair and saying, “Enough!”
    He’d keep her safe. Make sure trouble didn’t follow her home.
    “Think she’d work with our FACES sketch generator software to get us a better description of Guzman?”
    Jackson nodded. “She didn’t seem to realize we had no clue what he looked like.”
    Teague snorted. “A dark, urbane man with cold, dead eyes isn’t something we can send out to law enforcement.”
    They both smirked.
    Teague glanced at the door. “If she’s real, she’s one hot mess.”
    Jackson gave him a glare, which set Teague chuckling as he left.
    Back inside, Jackson roamed the small living room. The sound of water trickling sparked his imagination. He already knew what she looked like naked from the front, and in his mind, he smoothed soapy hands over her breasts and belly…
    He fisted his hands, reminding himself he was on a mission, his first with Charter, and he couldn’t afford to fail. He was pretty sure he could rejoin his old SEAL team if everything went belly up, but he was ready for better pay and guaranteed vacation. He wanted to put down roots, buy a house, find a girl…
    His gaze went to the bedroom door. Someone like Suri would be perfect. She was a teacher, so would likely make a great mom. Her quirky way of talking amused him—he doubted he’d ever grow bored. Her face and body made him tighten up all over. Too bad she already thought he was an asshole, and he had to keep it that way or lose his mission focus. Danger still lurked as long as they were on Guzman’s playing field.
    The shower stopped. He heard a shuddering hum, like she was shivering. The hot water must have run out. Her nipples were probably contracting, spiking…
    Jackson’s sudden release of breath billowed his cheeks. He was in for a long night of blue-balls hell.
    The shower wasn’t the worst she’d ever stepped inside, but not for a very long time. The white curtain was gray and decorated with mold stains. The floor was painted plywood. The enamel on the sink and toilets was cracked. Didn’t matter. She wasn’t that prissy. She was clean again and ready for revenge.
    From the first moment he’d spied her in the bed, he’d been giving her orders in that clipped, hard voice. Didn’t matter the tone was sexy as hell. She had standards for how she expected to be treated, and he’d violated them. Even after he’d been told everything she knew, he hadn’t relented. Hadn’t smiled or even said her name. She was a nuisance; he’d made that abundantly clear.
    Well, she was also a woman. One with curves she hadn’t quite figured out how to use to her advantage—because she hadn’t wanted to attract attention from her foster dads, and then because she’d wanted to fit in with the rest of the dowdy schoolteachers. She remembered Alejandro going through her closet, trying to find something he considered sexy. Why? She didn’t know. Maybe it was like playing with a live Barbie doll, something he’d been denied when he was young, no doubt.
    She slid the deep rose