with Cooper, the more likely she is to discover that his cover is a lie.” Dylan ran a hand through his black hair. “The last thing we need is her trying to air a story on the EOD.”
“We aren’t on her radar.” Rachel had done her own research on Gabrielle Harper. “She works to help victims. She’s not even thinking about us.”
“Not yet, she isn’t. But if she’s used to uncovering secrets, how long do you think it will be before she senses Cooper is hiding something from her?”
“Well that depends,” Rachel said as her gaze held his, “on just how good Cooper is at lying. It’s been my experience that some men are extremely talented when it comes to deceit.”
There was a sharp rap at the door.
Dylan held her gaze for a moment longer. “You know you can trust me.”
Yes, she did, as a partner, as a friend.
As a lover?
No, she couldn’t risk that. She’d gone down the wrong path with a lover before. She still had the scars to prove it—scars that marked her on the inside and out.
She cleared her throat and called, “Come in!”
The door swung open. Aaron “Deuce” Porter stood on the other side of the threshold. His green gaze swept between them. “Didn’t mean to interrupt anything.” His voice was low.
“You’re not,” Rachel said flatly.
Deuce’s lips twisted a bit. Deuce had been with the EOD for years—long before Rachel had come aboard. She’d worked several missions with him and learned quickly why the brown-haired agent had earned the moniker of Deuce.
The man could blend like no other. Undercover missions were his specialty. He often joked that he hadn’t been born with just one face—but two.
Deuce. He could be two people in an instant, and had been, on missions in Rio, South Africa and the Middle East. He could drop an accent, change his walk, even change all of his mannerisms in an instant.
Two men—in one lethal body.
“Mercer briefed me on the case,” he said as he came inside. He closed the door behind him. “I’m supposed to provide backup for your team.” His smile faded. “Seems a reporter is getting a little too close on this one.”
“Yes...” Dylan sighed out his answer. “But Cooper is working on her.”
Now Deuce did laugh. “Well, Cooper has always had a way with the ladies.”
Rachel’s eyes narrowed.
“Love ’em and leave ’em,” Deuce said. “If anyone can get the reporter under control, I’m sure it will be him.”
Rachel’s hands clenched into fists. “I think you’re underestimating this woman. A little seduction isn’t going to put her off track.”
“Well, if that doesn’t work—” Deuce’s shoulders straightened “—option number two is a whole lot less pleasant for her. According to Mercer, the woman isn’t to interfere in EOD business. Stopping her is a priority, even if we have to use containment.”
Containment? On a civilian?
Mercer must really be worried. They hadn’t crossed that line, not since—
Rachel cut off the thought. She didn’t want to go into the darkness of her past. Not then.
But Dylan was staring straight at her, and she knew that she’d given herself away.
Sometimes she worried that Dylan was coming to know her too well.
And that scared her to death.
* * *
“S OMEONE ’ S BEEN WATCHING YOU ?” Cooper repeated carefully. He made sure his expression reflected surprise. “Are you sure about that?”
“Yes, I am,” she told him. “You think I don’t know when I’m being tailed? I could feel someone following me for the past day, shadowing me. But every time I turned around...” Her breath blew out. “No one was there.”
He made himself say, “Maybe because no one was there.”
She shot to her feet. “Look, I’m trying to hire you, okay? You don’t have to believe me in order to take the case.”
“I thought you wanted us to be partners—”
Her dark eyes flashed at him. “I’m going to pay my partner for protection.”
She was really afraid. He rose
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