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Never mind that. She’d expected this, for him to find her and for it not to take long, but seeing him was jarring. Why did she feel this sudden rush of attraction?
    “Get what you needed?” he asked, his eyes giving nothing away. Was he angry? Did he have to hide a reciprocating attraction?
    “My contact is dead.” She kept her emotion out of it.
    “I know,” he said.
    How did he know? She waited for him to tell her.
    “Cullen called someone he knew,” he explained as if she’d asked aloud. “Kate Johnson?”
    Odie folded her arms. Damn that Cullen. He knew too much about how she operated.
    “Was a senior analyst for the CIA, working Middle East issues.” He nodded as though impressed. “I’m almost afraid to ask how you landed such a valuable contact.”
    “She was my friend.”
    “It’s too late to protect her, so why don’t you tell me what you think was in that package?”
    Lowering her arms, she brushed past him and marched toward the elevators, stabbing the Up button with her forefinger as he came to a stop next to her.
    “You do realize how guilty you’re making yourself appear?”
    She didn’t look at him. “I didn’t see what was in the package.”
    “But you have an idea what was.”
    She didn’t answer right away. “I didn’t see enough to tell.” It was true enough.
    “You saw something.”
    “You guys are all the same. Always asking endless questions and jumping to conclusions.”
    “The right conclusions.”
    She glowered at him, too aware of his big, fit body.
    “Why do you hate men who do special ops so much?”
    The elevator doors opened and she stepped inside, ignoring him as she pressed the floor button.
    “Cullen told me about your first husband,” he said.
    A too-familiar pang gripped her chest. “When did he tell you that?” The doors closed and the elevator began to move.
    “After I told him you went to D.C. without me.”
    Why had he told Jag that?
    “He noticed your odd behavior, too.”
    “This has nothing to do with Sage.”
    “Sage?”
    She used her eyes to warn him not to push her too far.
    “I asked him the same question I just asked you.”
    “If you already know the answer, why ask me?”
    “I wanted to see what you’d say.”
    Great, here we go. He was going to pry now. She watched the numbers climb as the elevator rose. “Cullen should learn to keep his mouth shut.”
    “It must have been hard, losing him that way.”
    “He was shot in the line of duty. Doing what he loved.”
    “I can understand why you put such a high wall up for the men you get involved with.”
    She faced him. “Look, you don’t know me. And I’m not in the mood to talk about this with you.”
    “Not all of them die,” he said anyway.
    She folded her arms, feeling a lump of sorrow clog her throat. It had been six years and still she hadn’t gotten past the hurt. The what-ifs…
    “No wonder you’re so good at what you do.”
    The elevator stopped. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    “You have a strong sense of purpose. Losing the man you loved. Was he fighting terrorists?”
    He followed her into the hall. “You are such a bastard.” Was he deliberately trying to catch her vulnerable or did he wonder if her secret had something to do with her ex?
    “What? I’m expressing sympathy.”
    “You’re fishing. You’re trying to get me to talk.”
    “Why don’t you?”
    At her room. She opened the door and stepped inside, meaning to close the door but Jag pushed it open and came into the room, forcing her to back up. He let the door shut.
    “Get your own room,” she said.
    He looked toward the two queen beds. “This’ll do just fine.”
    Just imagining him staying the night was almost frightening. “I’ve told you all I know about what was in the package.” And that was the truth. She didn’t know the man in the photo.
    He must have recognized that as he watched her face. His eyes softened with satisfaction, at least for the moment.
    “We need to work