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night. But he didn’t know much at all about her life before the McCormack Security Agency.
    “Hmm. Maybe you should ask her. You know, while you’re both working this case.”
    “Undercover, though? Really?”
    Reese sighed. “If you think you can’t work with her, fine. I’ll get Drew to go in point with her, and you can do backup.”
    “No.” Ryan collected his things and rose from the table. “No, that won’t be necessary. We’ll manage.” He strode from the room, and Reese winced as the door closed with a distinct snap.
    He leaned back in his chair and locked his fingers behind his head. He surveyed the empty room. That went well .
    He hoped Ryan and Vicky could solve this case, without getting killed.
    And without killing each other.
    * * *
    “Are you sure you’ve packed enough?” Ryan asked dryly as he eyed the large suitcase Vicky wheeled over to him. They were inside her apartment, and he was trying not to openly stare at his surroundings. It had been a while since he’d visited. Hell, not since—well, not since THAT Christmas party, nearly a year ago. He looked around the room. Hmm . The sofa was new. It wasn’t the blue one that he remembered. He eyed the cream leather lounge with curiosity. He’d kind of liked the old one. He shut the door on those memories, of when he and Vic used to sit and yell at whatever the Cubs were doing on the TV. Or play scrabble on her coffee table. Or watch the latest movie she’d hired from the store down the street. She refused to get TiVo. They’d argue over which movie to watch—the latest action adventure versus some boring chick flick. He missed those times. He straightened. He only had himself to blame.
    “Jessica sent over some necessary outfits. Wait, there’s one more bag.” She returned to her room. The one place in her apartment he’d never seen. She’d calmed down since the briefing. It was one of the things he kind of appreciated about her. Kind of. Vicky angry was like watching an electrical storm blow over. Spectacular when the lightning flashed and the thunder roared, followed by a serene calm. No hard feelings. He thought of the Christmas party. Mostly no hard feelings .
    “We’re going for less than a damn week, Vic.”
    “You’re going to have to start calling me Cassandra, Pete ,” she yelled out.
    Cassie, maybe. He couldn’t see her as a Cassandra. He shuddered. His cover was Peter Winthrop. The Third. He tested the suitcase. The damn thing weighed a ton. He shook his head. He could only imagine what Jessica Pennington, successful style and etiquette consultant and Noah’s fiancée, had deemed as “necessary outfits” for Vicky’s role at the exclusive Ultima Resort.
    Vicky walked out carrying a matching Louis Vuitton valise. This time he tried hard not to openly stare at Vicky. She wore figure-hugging black ski leggings and a black top in some sort of draping fabric with a loosely folded neckline, and every time she bent over to set a bag down or pick one up, the neckline dipped and swayed, and he found himself staring, just in case she bent down low enough and he caught sight of more than just a hint of her cleavage. Today she looked...magnificent. He knew she liked to keep fit, and her curves disguised a competitive athleticism that had left him breathless on many a weekend jog. Today, though...well, today she just looked hot. Sexy, curvy, hot. He assumed she was trying to look the part of the trophy wife of a wealthy developer. Whatever, it worked. Her hair shone, her jewelry sparkled, and she wore boots that seemed to make her legs look longer and slimmer. He forced himself to stop checking out her damn fine legs.
    He leaned over to grab the handle for her suitcase when her cell phone rang. She checked the display and sighed. “Sorry, it’s my brother, Scott. I emailed Jason that I was going away.” She turned away as she answered the call, and Ryan released the handle. He’d met Scott, her brother, and the man’s two