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had that embarrassing overreaction to the backfire. I thought it was a gunshot.”
    Talia whined, turning around three times before lying down. Skylar grimaced. Hell, even her dog knew this wasn’t a normal reaction. “I guess I’m still not healthy,” Skylar said, sighing. “As long as the ATF doesn’t know that, we’re okay.”
    Talia shook her head, almost as though disagreeing with her.
    “You know what?” Skylar asked, grinning at her own foolishness. “You’re right. When you’re around a man suspected of smuggling ammo to the Mexican drug cartels, you sort of expect to hear gunshots....”
    Turning to hang up her clothes, she sighed. She hadn’t brought much to wear. In fact, she had two dresses, three pairs of jeans and maybe seven shirts, most of them T-shirts. How to dress for dinner was an interesting conundrum. Did she go for sexy siren or casual, artsy photographer girl?
    She thought of Matt Landeta with his enigmatic smile and amazing blue eyes, and reached for the expensive sheath. Something in-between, she thought.
    As she zipped up the formfitting pale green dress, she peered at herself in the small bathroom mirror and sighed. She supposed she looked okay, but she had trouble pulling off sexy, despite the amazing platform stilettos she’d packed. How could a woman manage to ooze sensuality when she felt all dried up inside?
    This was the only part of her assignment that gave her trouble. She’d known what she was getting into before agreeing to take this on. She was supposed to seduce Matt Landeta and hopefully get him to reveal—during pillow talk—secrets about his alleged ammunition sales.
    She supposed she looked passable. Ready, she sat down. Hard. Up until now, she’d pushed that part of her assignment away, hoping it wouldn’t be necessary. Maybe she’d get lucky and it wouldn’t be.
    Yet she couldn’t deny the way her pulse picked up at the thought of some face time with Matt.

Chapter 3
    W hat was her problem? Skylar scowled. She’d performed similar tasks, all under the guise of her job, in the past several years. Of course, she hadn’t slept with any of her suspects—she would go only so far, even for her precious job.
    But, she admitted the truth to herself, none of them had been as sexy as Matt Landeta.
    Her sources had been right. She hadn’t been prepared for the man in the flesh. She could only hope as time went on she’d grow immune to his considerable masculine charms. Considering the model/actress/centerfold type of woman he usually attracted, he probably wouldn’t even notice an ordinary woman like her. Which meant she’d have to work that much harder.
    Talia whined as though she understood. Leaning down, Skylar kissed the top of her furry little head. God, she loved that dog. She didn’t know what she’d do without her.
    A sharp tap on her door startled her out of her pity party. Jumping to her feet, she slipped into the awesome shoes and smoothed down her skirt. Talia barked, only once in warning, before a hand signal from Skylar had her lying back down.
    Willing her heartbeat to slow, Skylar took a deep breath and pasted on a friendly smile before she opened the door. But it wasn’t Matt, and her stomach clenched. A man who had to be José Nivas stood there, his hard gaze sweeping over her as though he was undressing her with his eyes. And the look he gave her wasn’t friendly. Definitely not friendly.
    She stared right back. Short and stocky, he’d decorated his olive skin with multiple tattoos. He had the tough look of a man who’d spent time in prison and now didn’t care what anyone thought of him.
    One corner of his mouth lifted in a sneering sort of smile. “Hey,” he said, crossing his arms.
    Straightening her spine, she speared him with a look. “Yes? Can I help you?” Steel and ice rang in her tone, along with the tiniest tremor that she couldn’t manage to suppress.
    Worse, he noticed it. Shaking his head, he took a step back. “Calm