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the answer to that already. I can only suppress your faery gift with my own gifts. I can’t project my abilities into a piece of wearable jewelry.”
    “I think you need to talk to the faery council about making that possible,” she protested.
    “It’s not possible, Willow. They can’t reorder the universe just because you want them to. You know as well as I do that faeries get their power from living things and the magic we draw from the Earth. Nothing dead will generate that magic, so an amulet is out of the question.” He smiled suddenly. “You’re stuck with me.”
    “Good thing I like you, then.” She grinned sweetly. “Maybe I could wear a fern around my neck.”
    It only took fifteen minutes to get to Harper Security. Apparently, it had taken less time for Agent Wilcox to decide a personal visit was in order, because he was standing in Sage’s office when they arrived. She saw him through the glass wall. Her stomach did a somersault as his physical presence combined with the naughty images supplied by Bruce, overlapped in her mind.
    Her belly tightened and a thrill shot to her pussy. Sage’s gaze sharpened on her over Wilcox’s shoulder. His lips quirked into a smile and she found herself mentally cursing him for catching that bit of mind reading insight. Sage only smiled wider.
    Agent Wilcox followed his gaze. Willow met it then pushed open her brother’s glass office door.
    “Agent Wilcox,” she stated.
    “Ms. Harper.” He looked behind her. “And Bruce—what is your last name?”
    “I’m like Madonna. I only have one name,” Bruce said, close enough for his words to stir her hair. “But take us for coffee, and I’ll let you give me one.”
    Willow nearly laughed aloud at the confusion flitting through Agent Wilcox’s eyes. She could practically see the wheels turning in his head as he tried to size up Bruce.
    “Sage?” Willow asked without asking.
    “Agent Wilcox is going to be privy to the case file before the insurance company liaison sees it. What we find out goes to Agent Wilcox first, and he will pass the information along afterward.”
    “What? That’s not how we do things around here,” she protested. “The client is—”
    “The client is apprised of the situation, Will. And we do things whichever way I decide, unless ownership of this company has somehow left my hands,” Sage interrupted. His expression softened slightly. “Besides, this case is bigger than we knew. It crosses multiple dig sites and several countries. We need Agent Wilcox’s expertise.”
    Sage flicked a gaze to the agent’s back, a knowing smile playing about his lips.
    “And Willow, he needs our expertise. We’ve gotten farther in this case than they have,” Sage concluded. “And that’s because of the work you and Bruce have put in.”
    “It’s a bad idea.” She sent Sage a glance that spoke volumes.
    “Trust me.” It was all he said. It communicated that he was not only aware of Willow’s feelings about working with Wilcox, but that he’d scoped out the agent’s thoughts, and approved.
    She pressed her lips tightly. She hated it when Sage played the all-knowing older brother. It was probably a lot cooler to have that mind reading gift, than hers. There wasn’t anything beneficial about turning into an oversized splinter.
    “Fine, then you’re going to have to work fast. I’ve been invited to spend the weekend at the mansion.”
    Agent Wilcox’s eyes sharpened. “When?”
    “Five o’clock today. It’s a study weekend. I’ll have full access to the entire property for two days,” she emphasized.
    “Let’s get to work,” Wilcox barked. “I brought the wire and the small camera. I was hoping to show you how to put it on, but I’ll have to do it the first time. Pay attention so you can do it yourself afterward. You’ll be wired every day until the case breaks.”
    “What?”
    Wilcox motioned to a valise near him. “I need to wire you up.”
    “No.”
    “Willow,” Sage