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bright red, and his anger could light fires.
    He moved closer until he was all but touching her, but she refused to be intimidated. “Stop yelling at me.”
    “She’s not with the FBI,” Kincaid said.
    “How . . .” The confused agent took a step back. He looked at Olivia, then at Kincaid.
    “I’d know if she was. Your undercover woman hasn’t shown up yet.”
    “Two months’ planning,” the agent muttered. He pointed at Olivia. “Are you wearing a wire? Jorguson seems to think you are. Are you with a newspaper or—”
    “Poole, leave her the hell alone,” Kincaid said.
    Poole was staring at her chest. Uh-oh. Olivia knew where this was going.
    “If you think you’re going to look for a wire, be advised. I’ll punch you, too,” she warned.
    Distraught to have his investigation fall apart, Agent Poole stepped closer and said, “Listen, you. Don’t threaten me. I could make your life a nightmare.” He put his hand in front of her face and unfolded three fingers as he said, “I’m F . . . B . . . I.”
    She smiled. It wasn’t the reaction he expected. “You want to talk nightmares?” she said. She put her hand up to his face and unfolded her three fingers. “I’m I . . . R . . . S.”

TWO
    O livia was still waiting with Terry the waiter by her side. He tried several more pickup lines, and when none of them worked, he finally shrugged and went back into the restaurant.
    Agent Kincaid had told Olivia to stay put until he and the other agents dealt with Jorguson and his bodyguard. He hoped by the time they returned to her Agent Poole would have calmed down. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. Poole’s expression bordered on homicidal. His eyes bulged, his jaw dropped, and his face contorted in a scowl. Had Kincaid not been so angry with him for deliberately ignoring orders, he might have laughed.
    It was apparent that Poole still didn’t want to believe that Olivia was just an innocent bystander. He planted his hands on the table and leaned forward. “Someone tipped you off that we were running this operation, right? You’re with a newspaper or one of those trashy television shows, aren’t you? Are you doing an exposé on Jorguson or something? If you are, I’ll shut you down,” he threatened.
    “IRS,” she quietly repeated.
    “I want proof.”
    She reached into her purse and pulled out an oblong laminated card. “Here you go.”
    Kincaid thought she sounded almost cheerful, which didn’t make any sense considering what she had just been through. She should have been on her last nerve, but Olivia MacKenzie’s calm demeanor was impressive . . . not to mention her stunning beauty. Her eyes were a clear violet blue. Her complexion was flawless, and her lips were lush and full. From what he could see, her body was just about perfect, too. Full breasts, narrow waist, and long, shapely legs. It was one hell of a challenge not to stare at her. He hadn’t experienced a reaction like this since he was a teenager.
    “Okay, then,” Olivia said. She snatched her ID from Agent Poole and slipped it into her purse. Then she tried to leave. “Good luck with Jorguson and Martin.” She turned toward the parking lot, but Kincaid stopped her by grabbing hold of her hand. “Not yet.”
    “Not yet?” she repeated, looking up at him. “I really should return to work, and I’m going to have to go home and change clothes first.”
    Ignoring her protest, he gave Poole his full attention. “Shut this down and go back to the office,” he said, his voice decisive and abrupt. “You and I need to have a word as soon as I’m finished here.”
    “How long will that take?” Poole demanded.
    “As long as it takes.”
    “Yes, sir.” Poole gave Olivia one last glare and took off.
    “He looks like I just ruined his life,” Olivia remarked.
    “Isn’t that what you do at the IRS?”
    She could hear a smile in his voice. “Pretty much,” she agreed. She tugged her hand away from his and