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their cruise, so you"re set on being clothed and otherwise outfitted. Lucky for us, you two are even roughly the same sizes,” McCoy rambled as he stood. “Everything they needed for the deals they were making is in that luggage. You"ll have to smuggle weapons on board; we"ll come up with some sort of concealment for them in the luggage. The captain and head of security on board have been informed of your involvement, but you are not to break cover even with them unless absolutely necessary. Ty, if you find yourself in the brig, you stay there until they make port. You"ll have the rest of your team there if you get in trouble, but when you make land, you"re shit out of luck.”
    McCoy stood at the end of his little speech, looking down at them with a raised eyebrow and a smile. Ty and Zane sat staring at him, their mouths hanging open as they listened.
    Dan McCoy had been a good field agent, and he was a good Special Agent in Charge. Ty had even worked on a few cases with him before McCoy had been promoted, and they"d gotten on well—which was probably why McCoy was enjoying this so much and letting it show. Ty sort of wanted to hit him.
    “Come with me,” McCoy invited with relish as he swept out the door.
    A few moments after he disappeared, Zane stood abruptly with a sniff and straightened his jacket. Ty saw that he was grinding his teeth.
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    do or say about it. He supposed he would just put his on and let Zane work it out himself. He slipped it on his finger discreetly as he stood up. It was a little tight; he had to force it over the knuckle that was still a little swollen from the surgery he"d had to remove a piece of cougar tooth, but once it got on, it fit well. Ty very carefully didn"t give it any extra attention after that.
    Zane reached out and plucked up the other ring, closing it into the fist of his right hand before turning on his heel to leave the room. Ty followed them out silently, dreading the hissy fit that would come soon enough.
    They followed McCoy down a few floors to an interrogation room and filed into the observation half of one of the suites where an agent, Harry Lassiter, already stood at the glass. Ty and Zane nodded to the man as McCoy pointed through the two-way mirror. “Gentlemen, meet Del Porter.”
    The man sitting at the table was handsome, probably about Ty"s height and build, just a little slimmer. He had short, spiky hair bleached an unnatural platinum blond that contrasted oddly with his dark tan. He wore a sleeveless vest that tied with a simple cord of leather at the crest of his ripped chest, and his entire upper body was well-muscled and toned. He was also clean-shaven and completely devoid of body hair.
    He looked to Ty like he should be standing under a waterfall in a gay porno.
    Zane paused in place, eyes a little wide, looking from Del to Ty to Del and back.
    Ty blinked rapidly at the guy. “I"m supposed to be… him ?” he finally asked in a stricken voice.
    “Good thing you"re a hell of an actor,” Zane murmured as he continued comparing them.
    Ty glared at him briefly and looked back at the man behind the glass. “I"ll never pull this off,” he said to the other men in the room.
    Zane tipped his head to one side, openly appraising Ty"s body. “I don"t know,” he said distractedly. Ty looked back at him hatefully, feeling himself blushing under the scrutiny.

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    “He"s not what I"d call stupid. But he sure as hell isn"t the brightest bulb in the pack,” McCoy informed them. “He knows just enough to keep his mouth shut. But that and the fact that he"s pretty and got himself a rich husband are about all he"s got going for him.”
    “Holy fuck, man,” Ty finally muttered. “I"m gonna be this dude for how long?”
    “Relax, Grady. You have the easy end of this,” McCoy assured him. “Garrett"s guy is the real brains here, and no one