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Walker had been carted off to the Estate’s infirmary, and Cindy had learned a valuable lesson about how secret Monroe wanted his community to remain.
    So, she’d helped the tall, sexy Walker and prayed it bought her some points.
    RedKnife .  Her lips curled, thinking of the look on his face when she’d called him Kitten’s Eyelashes.  The endearment was outlandish, and such a contradiction to his real name.  RedKnife KillsPrettyEnemy.  It was a scary name, a beautiful name, a handsome name.  It exuded strength, and Cindy found herself smiling at the other feelings the memory of the man conjured up.  He was sexy as hell, dangerously so.  She’d pretended to head to work, only to hide down the hall and peek around the corner to ensure the nasty little detective didn’t attempt to arrest RedKnife.  She saw when he’d turned on the Agent, and the way he’d growled at Cameron when he’d threatened to look into her was so damn hot.  She’d felt protected, coveted.  It was a nice feeling, as brief as it may have been.
    Pulling herself from her reverie, Cindy wiped down the already-clean tables and used the remote to flip on the large flat-screen TV that sat just behind the bar.  She scanned the channels until she found a hockey game then made herself a cherry coke before taking a seat on the other side of the bar.  She’d done it often, as she knew she’d be able watch for customers in the mirror that stretched the entire expanse of the wall behind the bar.
    “Come on, Detroit!”  She yelled at the screen, deflated that the Colorado Avs had just scored on her team.  “Dominick Hasek would’ve never given up that goal!”  She shook her head in disgust.  “Amateurs.”
    She startled at the sound of a chair being pulled out.  Her hand flew to her chest as she spun to what had only moments before been an empty bar.  Her eyes locked on RedKnife as he slowly sat, the wooden chair creaking under his weight.
    “Jesus!  You scared me.”  She noted that, instead of decelerating, her heart actually quickened in pace.
    RedKnife watched her curiously without responding.
    Okay, not much of a talker.  Cindy grabbed the remote and turned the TV off before walking to the other side of the bar and grabbing a dry towel, throwing it over her shoulder.
    “What can I get you?”  She avoided eye contact as she fought the blush that crept over her.  Just a few short hours ago she’d lied about having sex with him, and then she’d kissed him unabashedly, pretending to be his girlfriend.
    When he didn’t respond, she chanced a quick glance and pulled the towel from her shoulder to wipe her already-dry hands.
    “Did you want something to drink?”  She was trying to play it cool.
    “Beer,” he answered in a low rumble.
    She couldn’t help but wonder if the deep timbre of his voice was natural, or if he was intentionally pitching it low to intimidate her.  She didn’t ask for specifics; she just reached in the cooler and retrieved a cold beer before twisting the cap off and crossing to set it on a napkin in front of him.  There was no charge.  For some reason, her boss provided free food and drinks to all under his employee.
    Still refusing to meet his gaze, even though she knew she’d been under his careful scrutiny since he’d walked in, she made to pull her hand back, when his much larger one caught her wrist.
    “Why did you lie?”
    She felt a jolt shoot through her at his touch, and she lifted her eyes to his.  Christ, he was hot!  Full lips set in a square jaw, perfectly tanned skin stretched over sharp features.  She watched as his eyes seemed to darken even further.  His long, straight black hair was pulled back into a braid that hung down to his waist.  God what she’d give to see that hair unbound, to comb her fingers through it.
    She tried to pull her hand back, knowing her pulse was pounding under his touch.  “A lie deserves a lie,” she stated simply.  Her brows furrowed when