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My jaw was tight as I poured a whiskey on the rocks.

While I’d seen Dr. Hamilton out, London had slipped away. Like a damn ghost.

The memory of that kiss, and those soft, soft lips, hit me. I sipped my drink and moved to the windows. I looked blindly out at the lights of the city.

All I could taste was her.

All I wanted more of was her.

At least I knew she was all right.

I took another sip, then paused, with my glass at my lips.

But was she safe? Someone had shot at her, and I’d had no chance to ask her if the attacker had said anything or if she’d seen anything. She hadn’t mentioned anything to the police.

I felt that tingle of instinct again. London was investigating money laundering. I’m sure there were people who wanted to stop her.

Fuck.

I grabbed my phone and pressed the screen.

“This had better be good,” Reath growled.

“Did I interrupt a hot date?” I doubted it. Reath was a workaholic with trust issues. His childhood and time in the CIA hadn’t helped.

“I’m working.”

“Of course you are. I need you to do something for me.”

“Go on.”

No hesitation. All five of us were brothers in a way that most people could never understand. I knew that Reath, and the others, all had my back. No matter what.

“I need you to put a man on Agent Coleman.”

There was a long pause. “You want me to have a man watch a federal agent.”

“Yes.”

“Why? You think she’s dirty?”

I snorted. “Hell, no. She’s the opposite of dirty. Dedicated, driven, stubborn.”

“I’m confused.”

“At the art auction tonight, someone took a shot at her in the parking lot.”

“She okay?” Reath’s tone instantly changed.

“She’s a little banged up from broken glass, but nothing too bad. I had Dr. Hamilton check her over.”

“Really?” My brother’s tone turned speculative.

“Reath, she was hurt. She might be in danger.”

“Did the shooter say anything to her? Maybe it was a random attack?”

“My gut says it wasn’t random. And I didn’t get a chance to question her about it.”

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