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sat back down on the bed and reached into the bag. “I was thinking of Tracker when I selected these items. Must have been ESP or something. There, I’ve got it.” She held out a coin to Sophie.
    â€œA quarter?”
    â€œA two-headed quarter. I had a few good times using it with Lucas—until he figured it out.”
    Sophie took the coin and examined it. Her mind was already racing with ideas as she glanced back at Mac. “You are a continual surprise to me.”
    Mac beamed a smile at her as she pulled out a giant-size pair of dice. “Lucas says the same thing.”
    Sophie stared at the dice. Instead of numbers, there were words printed on the sides. One die named actions: stroke, lick, kiss. The other named body parts: back, neck, breasts.
    â€œThey’re a lot of fun,” Mac said.
    Sophie turned the stuffed dice over in her hands. “Any way you roll them, it looks like a win-win situation to me. Where did you get them?”
    â€œMy friend in Paris told me about this great Web site.” She drew a final item out of the bag.
    â€œA deck of cards?” Sophie asked.
    â€œThey look like playing cards,” Mac said as she fanned them open. “But they’re really coupons.”
    Sophie drew one. “‘This card entitles you to a quickie on demand. You name the time and place.’”
    â€œYou give it to the person and it’s up to them to decide where and when to demand the quickie. I pick riskier places than Lucas does. It throws him off balance.”
    Sophie grinned. “You’re so good for him, Mac.”
    â€œYou’ll be good for Tracker, too. He’s lonely.”
    She’d never thought of Tracker as having any vulnerabilities.
    â€œHe probably needs a little encouragement. Lucas did. And some of these little toys get amazing results.”
    Sophie picked up the final item that Mac took out of the bag, a black velvet ribbon, and drew it through her fingers. “What kind of game do you play with this?”
    Mac tilted her head to one side. “Bondage comes to mind, but there’s a tag with an interesting suggestion.”
    Sophie glanced at the tag and saw that it even included a diagram with what she suspected was a highly inventive Kama Sutra position. The man was seated, the woman was on his lap—backward—and the ribbon was looped around his… Tilting the card sideways, Sophie narrowed her eyes. Yep, the ribbon was looped around exactly what she’d thought. “Are you sure this is anatomically possible?”
    Mac cleared her throat. “Not from personal experience. I think you have to have great powers of concentration to actually… My advice would be to improvise.”
    Sophie glanced around the bed at the sex toys that Mac had taken out of the gift bag. “I’m getting that message loud and clear.”
    â€œTracker would be a safe person to try these out on.”
    Safe. Yes. In spite of his air of mystery and danger, she’d never felt safer than when Tracker had held her in his arms that very first day in Lucas’s office. Right after she’d punched her brother.
    â€œGo for it, Sophie.”
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    â€œT RACKER , I’d like you to meet Carter Mitchell,” Lucas said as he closed the French doors leading to the patio, and strode into his office. “He’s one of the two men Sophie brought this evening.”
    Tracker recognized the name. Carter Mitchell was the manager of the art gallery next door to Sophie’s shop. Since Mitchell’s relationship with Sophie had been strictly business, Tracker had had one of his men run a routine check. Now Tracker caught something familiar in the way Mitchell moved as he rose from his chair. The face was familiar, too. Although it was leaner now and harder, there were still traces of the baby-faced twenty-two-year-old he and Lucas had worked with on their last mission six years ago.
    â€œChance?” he