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information.  It was a mistake he hadn’t repeated for sure.
    Cade never expected to see Cecelia Logan again, would have preferred not to.  But now that he had, Cade was determined not to pass up the opportunity to get a pound or two of her creamy flesh in retribution.  The Army evidently hadn’t toughened her up like it had him, so she was making that damned easy.  Too easy. 
    She wanted to meet his father ?  From his time in Delta Force and now the agency, Cade had definitely toughened up to the point he had no problem showing her and the world that man.  Going for the jugular was not a problem now since he was a trained killer.  But first he wanted to play with his prey a little for sheer entertainment value.
    Cade eased the door closed behind him, and his eyes fell on Cecelia’s hand to see where her finger was in relation to the trigger on the pistol in her hand.  From the look on her face, she’d rather shoot him than look at him.
    “I didn’t expect to see you here,” she said, and he didn’t miss the tremble in her voice, the tension in her tight little body. 
    “Of course not, or you wouldn’t be here, would you?” he replied with a nasty snicker. 
    Carrying his weapons into the booth beside hers, he set them down on the narrow shelf then backed out to lean against the wall and cross his arms over his chest, effectively blocking her way to the door.  The trapped rabbit look appeared in her eyes, which pleased him.
    “I was just leaving,” she said gruffly, disappearing back inside her booth. 
    “Of course you were.”  Nothing less than he expected.  “But it’s a long walk back to the office, so I guess it’s good you’re getting a head start.  There are a lot of things that could get scared little rabbits in the dark before they reach their rabbit hole.”
    Cade enjoyed her indignant gasp, and forced a smile when she leaned around the partition to glare at him.  “I’m not a scared rabbit.  Those days are long gone, and I have a ride back to the office so I won’t be walking anywhere.” 
    Cecelia disappeared back behind the partition, and the angry huffing sounds she made as she unloaded her weapon tickled him.  Two loud clicks told him the pistol was back in the case, and when she reappeared with the gun case at her side his smile widened, making his face feel tight because he wasn’t used to smiling anymore. 
    Logan had called him to come here and relieve Susan, to give Cecelia a ride back to the office, but he wasn’t telling her that.  Let her find out for herself that if she wanted a ride, she would have to ask him for one. 
    Cade moved to walk into his booth and pick up his pistol.  He heard the door open and close as she exited the range, but didn’t look that way.  Sliding his shooting glasses from the top of his head onto his nose, he pulled on his ear muffs then flicked off the safety on his pistol.  Without bothering to load in the practice rounds, he took aim at the target’s head and fired nine times into the center of the forehead.  One bullet followed the next into the hole in the target until it was almost dime-sized. 
    As he reloaded with practice rounds, the door creaked opened and Cecelia stood there for a second before she finally walked back in.  Cade didn’t acknowledge her, he lifted the pistol again and put nine more rounds through the first hole in the target, widening it to quarter size.  Ejecting the clip, he quickly reloaded, but stopped when a finger poked him in the back. 
    “I called Susan and she said you were giving me a ride back to the office?”  Cade bit back a laugh at the sickness in her tone.
    “I am?” he asked, slamming the magazine into the butt of his pistol.  This time, he went for the heart and left a hole the size of a single bullet in the center dot of the target. 
    When he popped out the clip, she shoved his shoulder and he turned.  “What is it you want from me, Cecelia?”
    “I didn’t bring my