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wanted, not his neighbor or cousin or whatever. That’s not my fault.”
    “Let me get this out, Valene. Please.”
    She waved her hands in an exasperated you-have-the-floor motion.
    “I was hoping what you found out on Giuseppe would give me a lead to find the man I was after, but Giuseppe was connected to a very dangerous group back then. If I’d had any idea that he was running guns for the man I was hunting, I’d have never asked you to do it.”
    “Guns. As in black market guns?”
    “Among other things, yes.”
    She groused, “You work with some kind of agency, right? Not that you’d ever tell me who it is or what exactly you do, but I can put enough puzzle pieces together to get a decent picture. It seems to me that some alphabet agency with hotdog operators like you should be able to find a gun runner.”
    “We did.”
    She flipped her hands in the air again and let out a long growl of exasperation. “So what’s the problem, 007? Still need help finding Giuseppe? Again ? Run out of women to do your research or are they not letting you pay in trade?”
    He flinched at the verbal strike. “I never treated you that way.” What they did after hours had nothing to do with his job or her contract work for him. She knew that, but she’d waited seven years to rail at him and he deserved it. That didn’t mean he could take it without grinding his back teeth.
    Her gaze darted all over the place before it zeroed in on him again. “How am I supposed to know what was true and what was your job?”
    Because you knew me , he wanted to say, but she hadn’t. He’d kept her insulated from his life. Or so he’d thought. “Believe whatever you will, but I have never mixed business and pleasure. I would never show you that lack of respect.”
    She was holding on to her righteous anger and she had every right to it, but he saw her chin quiver before she sat up straight and put on her game face. “You’re burning my daylight and I’m not on your payroll now. If you need Giuseppe–”
    Dingo said, “No. Giuseppe died six years ago. I didn’t come here to find anyone but you. I don’t need anyone found or any information dug up. I only came to make sure you’re safe.”
    Her face softened and she got that dewy look she used to have when he’d show up after being gone weeks–or months. They’d stare at each other for all of five seconds then shred clothes in an explosion of kissing and hot sex.
    God, he missed the way she kissed.
    He missed holding her when she slept.
    He’d give up all his tomorrows for an hour with her in his arms, but not until he had her tucked away out of view.
    When she didn’t say anything, he took this calm moment to explain why he was here. “I need you to leave LA for a while. Maybe three or four weeks tops, I’m guessing. I can put you in a safe house, just–”
    “No.” Whatever softness had been there vanished under the return of an anger flash fire. “In fact, hell no.”
    Dingo leaned forward, drawing in all the calm he could. “There’s a chance that some of those people from seven years ago are back.”
    “And how is that a problem for me? I’m not involved with any of them.”
    “I don’t want to risk you being out in the open until I can confirm that you are definitely not on their radar.”
    She leveled him with a you-must-be-kidding glare. “Oh, so let me get this straight. You want me to go into hiding because of someone who might figure out that I gave you information on Giuseppe like ...” She dropped her hands. “Seven freaking years ago? Who is this supposed threat to me?”
    This was where it got difficult. If he told her, Valene’s insatiable curiosity would push her to find answers. That’s why Dingo had ended up taking the gamble of his life to get inside Garcia’s organization. He was not going to allow her to make that same mistake twice.
    He said, “I don’t know yet.”
    She shook her head at some thought then stared at him, counting off