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Cat could ask, but her newfound respect for Sugar wasn’t going to let her give the woman any kind of advantage.
    “I have to go, Sugar.” Caterina ended the call before Sugar could respond.
    Cat smoothed her hands over her ponytail and started toward the door. She might not be one hundred percent focused, but she also wasn’t about to let some eye candy of a man distract her, not until El Mateperros was six feet under. Then her life would change. She’d set up roots somewhere, have hobbies and neighbors, far more than just a Swiss bank account and a habit of eating her meals from a Quik-E-Mart.
    Another knock made her jump, and she opened the door to find his hand in midair, going for another knock. His chiseled jaw flexed, and the chest muscles under his dark t-shirt somehow managed to ripple. She could have sworn to it. And if he’d been good-looking when sick on a park bench or while on the job, dropping off a terrorist to a black ops site, then now, showered, shaved, and wearing casual clothes, he was the type of striking that made shivers roller coaster down her back.
    “Hi…” Maybe she should’ve asked Jared or Sugar for a name.
    Piercing chestnut eyes cut straight through her. “Boss Man didn’t pass along my name. Typical.” He extended his hand. “Rocco Savage.”
    She hadn’t been wrong. Not quite Rambo, but his name suited his body, all solid mass and cut muscle. His larger-than-life hand enveloped hers. It was rough and warm. When he shook, his whole body flexed, causing some primitive, feminine reaction that materialized in a mouthwatering need to step closer to him.
    Instead, she stepped back. “Caterina Cruz.”
    “I did get that from Jared. Though that’s about all.”
    Rocco walked past her, a duffel bag thrown over his shoulder. His jeans did wicked things to her imagination. She closed her eyes to stifle a gawk. No joke, those jeans and that man… no one would hold it against her. He turned around, and her eyes were still butt level. Fabulous . She faked a cough-sneeze and spun to make sure the door was shut—it was—because they were both operatives, and leaving the door open wasn’t a move either would make, even if she had a bad habit of just throwing them open.
    Her cough-sneeze evasive tactic did nothing to hide where her mind had been. It was like she’d never seen a man who radiated sex appeal before. Well, she hadn’t. Not like him, but that wasn’t the point. Caterina turned back around.
    “Doing okay over there?” A cocky grin went with eyes that said I-know-what-you-just-did.
    He didn’t even pretend to have the good manners not to notice. She murmured a few words he didn’t seem to understand. She took a deep breath. “Just…” She gestured to the door, and he watched her wave to the shut door. “Making sure it shut.”
    One side of his grin hitched, and he had a dimple. “Right. Door’s shut. Check.”
    Caterina chewed the inside of her cheek, not to be outdone by a dimple and a smile. “ Bienvenido .” She said welcome and that make him smile a bit bigger? She’d have to remember that information. Handsome liked the accent. Check . Still, she had an ace in the hole in what appeared to be their nice-to-meet-ya game. He had no idea that they’d met before Titan did the terrorist drop… but using his vulnerability as a potential one-up didn’t make her feel awesome.
    “Interesting digs.” He walked the length of the run-down studio, eyeing the research-covered walls. Newspaper clippings from random countries. Photographs she’d collected over the course of years skipping country to country.
    A pillow and blanket sat folded next to the couch. It was a meager setup, but she didn’t need much. Clean clothes and a roof. Diet Coke and Funyons. But now that he was in her apartment, self-consciousness nipped at her.
    Rocco pointed to the clippings tacked to the wall. Some were highlighted, and others were connected with pieces of red string. “This looks a