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nodded watching her behind his dark glasses. “How have you been since Colombia?” he asked.
    Callie looked up. “Everything's been good. I've transferred over to USC with Trent.”
      “You're two peas in a pod now?”
    She smiled softly. “Trent is my baby, always has been and always will be.”
      “Yeah, he basically said the same thing when we were in Detroit together,” Marc told her.
    Callie studied Marc for a moment. “I understand you hooked up in Detroit.”
    Marc shook his head. “You and Trent need to stay out of grown folks' business.”
      Callie shrugged. “I guess it's surprising since you and Wonder Woman were all hugged up at Ray's wedding party.”
      “Wonder Woman?” Marc asked confused.
    Callie laughed. “My bad, that used to be Trent's name for Isis.”
    Marc lifted a brow. “Trent and Isis?”
      She sat back in her chair. “Trent had a crush on her when he got to LA. She tried to act like she didn't like him then got all in her feelings when I came into the picture. She came to see him when we were in Colombia, but she has enough sense to not even try it now that I'm back.”
      Marc shook his head. Trent and Isis? He could never imagine that in a million years, but then again he still didn't understand Trent and Callie. That young dude had some kind of black magic working for him with the women, it seemed.
    The object of his current thoughts appeared along with Ray.
      “What's up Marc?” Trent greeted him with a brother handshake.
    Marc responded in kind with a brief pat on the back. “Good job in Detroit.”
      Trent nodded and glanced over at Callie before the two of them smiled at each other. Ray looked between the pair, since these two had a history of making out at work.
      “Don't forget what I told you two. This is a damn office. Understand?”
    Trent laughed looking at Ray. “We got you Ray.” He turned back to Callie. “See you later.”
    She grinned. “Yeah, you will.”
      Ray watched as Trent disappeared into his office then turned to Marc shaking his head. “Let's go into my office.”
      Marc followed Ray and they entered his office taking seats inside. Marc unbuttoned the jacket of his designer suit and placed a foot over his knee displaying expensive Italian shoes. Ray looked him over and shook his head. Marc was the most fashionable FBI agent on the force and always dressed as though he was walking a runway.
      “I see your wardrobe is still growing,” Ray told him.
    Marc shrugged. “I'm stylish.”
      “I see.” Ray picked up a file on his desk and handed it to Marc who took it curiously.
      “What's this?”
    Ray leaned back in his chair. “The next assignment I need you on.”
      Marc slowly opened the folder and scanned the information before raising his shielded eyes to Ray.
      “You can't be serious.”
      “On the contrary, I've never been more serious.” Ray stood to his feet. “My wife is concerned about her baby sister. It's my job to make sure that my wife and unborn child feel safe and secure.” He pinned Marc with a stare.
      “Now it's going to be your job to make sure my wife's sister is safe and secure,” he finished.
    Marc got to his feet. “I'm an FBI agent Ray, not a bodyguard.”
    Ray raised a brow. “So you're not going to do it?”
      Marc took a deep breath. “Look Ray, all that you've done for me; you know I would walk through fire for you...”
    Ray folded his arms. “But...”
      “But you need to assign someone else,” Marc told him firmly.
      “Why? What's the problem?” Ray asked watching Marc closely.
      Marc looked across at Ray. “Isis Martin and I don't see eye to eye on things. Plus I'm still investigating her father.”
      “This won't hinder your investigation. In fact, while you're guarding Isis, I'll be finding out who is after her, which will help your case against Milton.”
    Marc looked away.
      “Unless there's some other reason that you can't guard my sister?” Ray