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each point on her fingers as she spoke. “You vanish for years and show up again only because you need something. I do my part for mankind and the US of A, help you out then you’re gone again–”
    “I would have come back this time,” he muttered, but she ignored him and kept going.
    “–and now back once more with some wild story about how someone from forever-years ago might find out I helped you locate Giuseppe. Oh, and he’s dead! Now you want me to go into hiding while you do what exactly?” She gave him a half beat then added, “No, let me answer. You won’t tell me because you don’t trust me with anything but your dick.”
    He wouldn’t trust her with that right now. “I know how it sounds, Val, but–”
    “Shut. Up. You did this once before and while I admit that spiriting me away for a weekend under the pretense that I had a stalker was charming, not this time. I’m done. This bullshit stops here.”
    “Valene, this isn’t like that time.” He might have gone a little overboard back then to get rid of some hardtail gym rat who thought he was being cool to show up on Valene’s regular running route. “I’m serious about this. Just work with me–”
    “No.”
    He knew that voice, it came with a rigid backbone that bent for nothing and no one.
    Don’t lose your temper with her. He’d had spectacular rows with Val in the past, but this was not one of those times he could let her blow off steam then seduce her.
    Could he?
    He reached out to touch her face.
    She leaned away, giving his hand the same consideration someone would give a rattlesnake coiled to attack.
    Nope. Seduction was not on the menu.
    He said, “Just consider what I’m asking and we’ll talk more later.”
    She pointed her finger, emphasizing her warning. “You come near me again and I’ll, I’ll ...”
    “What?”
    “Have a restraining order issued.”
    “You don’t have enough information on me to do that.” Damn, the minute those words were out he wanted them back.
    She dropped her finger, hurt flowing across her face. “And that will never change, will it, Dingo?” she stated quietly, which was more painful than facing her anger.
    He caught her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the skin that he knew by scent.
    Her hand trembled.
    Did that mean she still felt something for him?
    She pulled her hand back. “We aren’t going there, so don’t waste your time thinking you’ll win this argument. As for going anywhere right now, I couldn’t even if I wanted to because I’m helping someone who’s very sick and needs me right now. But to be clear, I don’t want to.”
    One of the last times they’d had a hell of an argument was after he’d found out about her digging around where she shouldn’t have been, trying to get information on him.
    A snitch had clued Dingo in that a woman from LA was asking about him.
    That snitch also said that she was bumping around in areas that would get her fingers chopped off. And that wasn’t just an expression.
    Valene had expected answers from him when she’d met him at dinner that infamous night, and handed him snippets of intel about an op he’d handled in Chicago in the past.
    She’d expected a floodgate of information from Dingo.
    What she’d gotten was a floodgate of anger.
    Research worked two ways, but she wasn’t used to her research coming back to haunt her. If she’d continued sniffing around in Dingo’s life, she would have gained the attention of someone deadly who would have loved to find a connection between Dingo and any woman.
    A woman they could hurt over and over.
    He’d lost it that night, and the argument had been ugly.
         It only got worse the next day when she tried to make amends by returning to the work Dingo had originally asked her to do–finding out what she could on Giuseppe from birth to age twenty-one. Dingo had a pretty good profile on the guy from that age on, but he wanted to find someone from Giuseppe’s past, maybe a