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face, and if he looked close enough he’d see the little mark he’d left the night before, just below her delicate ear.
    â€œShe barely looks old enough to work here,” the director of the Covert Information Network, J. D. McConnell. stated rather blandly.
    â€œShe’s old enough,” Cooper assured him. “You approved her application yourself.”
    J.D. snorted at the reminder. “I didn’t say she wasn’t old enough…”
    â€œShe didn’t do it!” Turning to the two men Turk could barely restrain the anger building inside him.
    Son of a bitch! What was wrong with him?
    Lifting a brow curiously, J.D. focused his attention on Turk. And that was never a comforting place to be. Penetrating, cool blue-gray eyes stared back at him as the director’s imposing features remained remote, nearly expressionless.
    â€œWho else would have?” Cooper asked then, his voice dark with his own anger.
    The Broken Bar was his, the men he worked with were the last of the unit he’d once fought with.
    â€œIt’s not in her nature.…”
    â€œOr are you just too involved with the woman to see the possibility of the deception?” J.D. asked coolly. “You weren’t quite out of the cameras’ field of view the night before last when you were all but fucking her in the parking lot.” There was a hint of emotion in his voice then.
    Disgust perhaps?
    Turk glared back at him for long, tense moments.
    â€œAre you accusing me of something, director?” he asked then, stilling the urge to say more.
    â€œOf playing with the girl, perhaps?” The other man rose from his chair, like a predator moving into place for the kill.
    Tall, leanly muscled. Middle age had done nothing to detract from J.D.’s powerful presence.
    The white dress shirt he wore tucked into dark gray slacks presented an appearance of thin civility. It was damned thin though.
    â€œI thought we were here to discuss Ms. Masters’s attempt to disengage the club’s security?” Cooper growled as Turk and the director stared back at each other in growing tension.
    â€œMr. Rogan doesn’t seem convinced she’s capable of the act,” J.D. pointed out calmly. “I’d like to know why. Is it because he believes in her innocence or because he wants to protect any chance he’d have to get into her bed?”
    The bastard.
    The icy mockery in the director’s tone was starting to piss him off.
    â€œHave you slept with her, agent?” The question had Turk’s back teeth clenching.
    â€œThat has nothing to do with why I believe in her innocence,” Turk argued.
    But was it the truth?
    Something had happened to him when he’d realized he’d nearly forgotten a condom before taking her. Something he couldn’t explain, even to himself.
    â€œI asked you a question,” the director stated, his voice growing colder. “Have you slept with her?”
    â€œNone of your business,” Turk growled.
    J.D. nodded slowly, as though the question had somehow been answered before turning to Cooper. “Call her in please.”
    Turk grimaced, knowing what was coming.
    He should leave. If he stayed, he may end up hurting her further. Because seeing the hurt in her face was only going to piss him off more. And that more just may be the stick that broke the barrier he’d placed around his emotions years before.
    And how that had happened, he’d be damned if he knew. One thing was for sure though, nothing good could come of it.
    Turning his back on the two men, as Cooper made the call to Jake, he glared out the window of the office, teeth clenched, that anger building in his gut until his stomach clenched and his muscles ached.
    â€œShe’s on her way,” Cooper announced.
    Turk waited, feeling that inner wall grow thinner, emotions surging behind it, anger battling at it.
    Emotions.
    Son of a bitch, he didn’t want to