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weaken and he steeled himself. “No. I don’t want you getting hurt.”
    â€œBut, Finn,” Callie said, drawing his name out into a full-fledged whine. “You’ll be here. It’ll be safe.”
    â€œI mean it,” he said, shoving the cap deep into the front pocket of his jeans. “Enough explosions for the day. Go home. Watch television. Read Harry Potter. Clean your rooms.”
    â€œBut—”
    â€œNo buts.” He was getting the hang of this paternal thing. “And give me those matches.”
    Elijah rolled his eyes but complied, placing the book of matches into Finn’s outstretched hand.
    â€œNow go,” Finn said, pocketing the matches.
    And amazingly enough, the kids went. Finn watched them slump their way up the stairs, duly impressed by his newly acquired preadolescent negotiating skills.
    Of course, as soon as they disappeared from view, he realized the implications of sending them away—now he had to go back to work.
    Well, hell.
    With an appalling lack of enthusiasm, he parked himself at the table again, and was finally about to settle down for a scintillating few hours lost in legalese, when a movement across the courtyard caught his eye. Tatiana’s curtains had been closed, but they were wide open now…and Finn turned just in time to see her slip through her front door.
    She was going out.
    Interesting. Because while Finn might need to work, Agent Python had a patriotic duty to follow her.
    And, really, who was he to argue with patriotism?
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    â€œThey’re on the move,” Brandon said. He pulled back from the window and turned to face Amber. Dressed head to toe in black leather, she looked like a cross between Lara Croft and Emma Peel. The only thing marring the kick-ass persona was the paperback novel she held in her lap and the scraggly black cat curled up beside her. And, frankly, neither one marred the image much.
    Yesterday, he’d suggested sleeping together in jest, but he had to admit the idea had a certain appeal. Amber would be anything but boring in bed. He wasn’t, however, inclined to mess up a perfectly good friendship by bringing sex into it.
    â€œLet’s roll,” she said, giving the cat one final pet as she tossed the book on the floor. “I’ve got Finn covered. You take Traynor.”
    â€œAbsolutely,” he said. “Of course, I only intend to observe my prey. But you…” He trailed off with a grin. “Do you think we need to devise a code? If you tie a red handkerchief to your doorknob, I’ll know you’re entertaining.”
    She aimed her eyes heavenward and gave a little shake of the head. “Why?” she asked. “Why couldn’t I do this job with someone who isn’t an asshole?”
    â€œThe last woman I had to seduce for a job smelled like wet leather and had the personality of a pit bull,” Brandon said. “Some people have all the luck.”
    She flashed him a brilliant smile. “Clean living,” she said. She tossed her hair, and he watched her head toward the door, the leather pants managing to destroy any illusion of innocence.
    â€œMaybe I’ll try that someday,” he said, following. He wouldn’t, of course. Clean living was boring. And right now, his life was just too damn interesting.
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    What the hell was he doing? The thought spun round and round in Finn’s mind, so persistent that he almost pulled over to the side of the road. After all, the question was a good one—what the hell was he doing?
    Not working, that was for sure. Already past noon on Sunday and so far he’d eaten breakfast, screwed around, and prevented two kids from blowing up the courtyard. All in all, not a bad way to pass a Sunday morning…unless you had an eight A.M. meeting with the senior partner to go over the stack of still-unfinished interrogatories on your kitchen table. The very same partner who signed his