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eight men she had to keep tabs on, plus whomever Guterez brought with him.
    Scratch that. Nine. An attractive Hispanic man with a wide smile and a black eye patch had made his way through the crowd and was staring at Hammett from three meters away. He moved like a panther, both effortless and coiled. Beneath his leather vest, under his right armpit, was the bulge of a weapon.
    Hammett kept her expression blank, staring as he approached. When he was within arm’s reach, he stopped, spreading out his palms.
    “Of all the tequila joints, in all the towns, in all the world, look who walked into mine.”
    “Keep walking, Bogie,” she said.
    “It is okay, my sweet
bonita
. I bear no ill will. I’m just happy to lay eyes on you again. Well,
eye
, I mean.”
    He winked. Hammett was sure she’d never seen this man before. She could also read people very well, and he wasn’t lying. This guy apparently thought he knew her.
    “Refresh my memory.”
    He frowned, looking hurt. “Our time in Vegas was not so long ago, was it? The Luxor? The waters at the Bellagio? The bed at the Venetian? Did the agency you work for brainwash you?”
    Interesting. He thought they’d had sex and knew she was an operative. He also didn’t seem threatening. At least, not in a violent way. But he radiated pheromones, as if he were ready to pounce on Hammett at any moment. Which, judging by his physique, wasn’t something she’d normally turn down.
    But this wasn’t the time, or the place.
    “Remind me of your name again,” Hammett said.
    “A joke, yes? I do not understand your intentions, but I will play along. Heath, at your service.”
    He offered his gun hand, no doubt intentionally to show her he wasn’t going to draw. Hammett took it, and he immediately pulled her close. She dug her free hand into her poncho, seeking the 1911, but Heath merely brushed his lips across her knuckles, then kissed her fingers.
    “Still paranoid as always,” he said, eye twinkling. “I understand our relationship has not been built upon trust, but believe me when I say I’m not here to harm you.”
    Hammett pulled her hand away from his warm breath. “So why are you here?”
    “Is coincidence not enough for you? This is where I grew up. My home. If anyone should be paranoid, it should be me. Perhaps you’ve looked me up to finish what we began?”
    Was that a threat? Hammett eyed the bulge in his armpit. Unless he was very, very good, she’d be able to draw her weapon before he could.
    “To settle old scores?” she asked, her voice flat.
    “To make each other cry out in ecstasy,
chica
.
Por favor
, do not pretend you don’t remember. My ego is not so strong that I could handle a rejection like that. Not from you.”
    Hammett had only just met him, but she was pretty sure Heath’s ego could handle quite a bit. But his presence was distracting her from the mission. This Mexican lothario needed to
vamos, pronto
.
    “If I asked you nicely to leave, will you comply?”
    He smiled, then moved his face closer as if to kiss her. Hammett decided, perhaps foolishly, that if he tried she’d let him, if only to see if he was as good at it as she would have guessed. But before his lips met hers, he whispered.
    “Those eight men you spotted. Four who look like bouncers and four who look like cartel. They all work for Guterez.”
    His visible eye was dark, wide, crinkled at the edges in amusement. He was talking shop, but apparently enjoying himself.
    “And who do you work for? Isaac?”
    “I know no one named Isaac,” his breath smelled faintly of Cuban cigar smoke, which was a turn-on for Hammett.
    “But you aren’t here by coincidence, are you?”
    His lips brushed hers. “No. I am here to assist you.”
    Two could play this game. She moved her lips to his ear, gave it a soft nibble. “What if I don’t need assistance?”
    “You are very good,
bonita
. But this is only the first team. Guterez is sending more men. Many more. You have apparently made