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by Sexy Special Agent Nate Whiteford." Chance's wry remark earned him a shove that could have felled a sapling.
    To cover my crippling embarrassment, I rushed on. "My name is Paige, but you can call me—."
    "Lucky. I know. I've heard a lot about you."
    Nate grinned at Chance, whose face was flushing a mottled red. Interesting, I thought. Chance has told someone about me. Which made me immediately wonder whether it was locker room talk or reminiscing over a first love talk. Oh, wait, these were men, which meant the former. Awkward.
    "Are you FBI, too?" I asked Chance.
    "No," he answered shortly. "Now if we've got all the introductions out of the way, can we get back to business?"
    Next thing I knew, the two of them were heading into my kitchen like they owned the place.
    "Gee, guys, make yourselves at home. Can I get you anything?" I queried from the doorway. 
    " Coffee'd be great," Nate said absently, before digging around in his enormous bag and coming out with a small, notebook-sized computer. I craned my neck and took a small step forward, but before I could catch a peek of what else was contained in the mysterious black duffel, Nate zipped it back up and I stepped on a shard of glass. 
    Cursing, I hopped back into the bathroom for tweezers, more Neosporin, another Band-Aid and some house slippers, and then shuffled to the hall closet for a little whisk broom and dustpan. By the time I returned to the kitchen, Chance and Nate were deep in conversation and had seemed to have forgotten about the coffee and the fact that I existed.
    I kneeled down on the linoleum and started sweeping up glass, trying my best to be unobtrusive while I eavesdropped.
    "It can't possibly come as a surprise to you that Dominick is still out for blood," Nate was saying.  "Until you turned his last shipment into a fireworks display, you'd been flying under the radar and he was finally starting to trust you. Six months wasn't going to be enough time for him to get over that. Hell, a hundred years wouldn't be enough. So, yeah, for now, I go where you go."
    Interesting. I carefully whisked my little pile of glass shards around the back of Chance's chair, where I was more inconspicuous.
    "Oh, so I'm bait ?" Chance bit off the words through clenched teeth, and I was surprised Nate wasn't reeling from the force of his glare. "Let's temporarily put aside the fact that your partner all but told me I was probably off Dominick's radar by now." His eyes narrowed suspiciously. "How would Dominick even know I was here? It's fricking Kalamazoo! Nobody knew my plans but you and Fisher and I made sure I wasn't followed. I'm not stupid."
    Nate raised a dark eyebrow, dividing his attention between rapid-fire typing and Chance's obvious discomfiture. "That's debatable. If you weren't stupid, how do you explain the fire?"
    "Goddamn it, none of this is my fault and you know it! Everything was going fine and then I got hit by some freaking bad luck." Shoving against the table angrily, Chance stood up, knocking his chair backwards sharply. Unfortunately, I was still behind him. 
    "Dammit, Lucky, what were you doing back there?" His words were harsh, but his hands were gentle when he untangled me from the chrome legs of the fallen chair and lifted me to my feet. "You need a keeper," he muttered, as he brushed some glass shards off my shirt.  He froze when he realized where his hands were and how close I was to him. I had opened my mouth to make a smart-ass retort, but no words came out.
    We were nearly nose to nose in the cramped corner of my kitchen, sandwiched between the dinette table and the fridge. He was watching me with an intensity that both fascinated and terrified me. The fascination part was winning, though, and I suddenly wanted him in a very bad way. 
    Right up until Nate cleared his throat.
    I jumped away like he'd poked me with a cattle prod, whacking my head on the corner of the fridge. Chance quickly moved out of my way and shot Nate a glare when he