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time... Heat and awareness shot through him, pure lust drowning out the aggravation that she would try to manhandle him.
    He could have put her down. He could have put her down hard.
    But she was an officer of the law, and they were on the same side. And frankly, he was beginning to respect her skills.
    “Take it easy,” he said. “I’m cooperating.”
    He let her pull down his other hand and put plastic restraints on him, even if the thought of being tied up made him uneasy. Any undercover commando who couldn’t get out of plastic restraints in under a minute needed to quit. He said nothing when she edged his boots apart with her foot.
    Then she bent and grabbed on to the hem of his jeans, and that set his teeth on edge. “That’s not necessary. I’m not the enemy.”
    She rolled the denim up briskly. “Just a quick check. Then you give me that number you want to call and I’ll call for you. How about that?”
    Over his dead body. She called Ryder and Jamie would never live it down that he’d gotten nabbed and interrogated by Deputy Sheriff Hot Chick.
    He held still as she moved his pant leg up. He knew what she would see: cold steel alloy, nothing human, a well-engineered machine. He’d received his prosthetics as a major favor from a friend of the colonel his team reported to. It was the best technology Olympic athletes used, taken up another notch. A prototype, the first and only set to receive the designation combat ready.
    “Fancy hardware,” she commented as she covered up his left leg and moved on to the right. “How did this happen?”
    None of her business. “Car accident.” He said the first thing that came to mind.
    “I would have thought war injury.” She finished and straightened, expertly sliding her hand into his pocket and retrieving his wallet. “You move like a soldier.”
    And suddenly he had enough of her prying into his business. He twisted his wrist to expose the link on his metal watchband that he kept sharp. Another twist, applying pressure to the right places, and he was free.
    He reached for her as he turned, caught her by surprise and had her trapped against the wall in a split second, holding her hands at either side of her head, preventing her from going for her weapon.
    Their faces were inches from each other, their bodies nearly touching. She stared at him with wide-eyed surprise that quickly turned to anger, then back to calm strength again, the transition fascinating to observe.
    God, she was even more beautiful up close—those sparkling blue eyes and all that flawless skin.
    “Not a smart move,” she said calmly, the words drawing his gaze to the crease in her bottom lip that begged to be kissed. “I call out and there’ll be half a dozen officers in here in a second.”
    “Why don’t you?” He knew the answer, the exact same reason why he hadn’t given her the number to call Ryder at the office. She didn’t want to embarrass herself.
    Her cell phone rang in her pocket.
    He thought about kissing her, which was really stupid. He held her for another long second before he stepped back and let her go as a gesture of good faith, but took his wallet back.
    She pulled her phone out with one hand, her gun with the other, pointing it at the middle of his chest.
    She glared at him as she took the call. “Yes. Yes, sir,” she said, the look on her face stunned at first, then quickly turning speculative. She lowered her gun. Her sparkling blue eyes narrowed when the call ended, and she turned her full attention back to him.
    She stepped around to put the desk between them once again. “Want to guess who that was?”
    He raised an eyebrow.
    “Homeland Security. I’ve been ordered to release you immediately, without any further questions. Want to tell me what that’s about?”
    He winced. He would rather have that nobody know about his brief time in Brianna Tridle’s custody, but, hell, he’d take whatever break he could get at this stage.
    He sauntered by her on his