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these?" He held out a small
cylindrical object.
    Claire took it. "Is this what I think it
is?"
    "Maybe. Probably. What do you think it
is?"
    "A keystroke recorder," she said. "I've read
about them, but never seen one."
    "Bingo. With luck, this baby's going to help
expose the hacker for us. It records every stroke, doesn't need
software, stores URLs--it's a nifty little gadget." He didn't tell
her about the backup program he would install on the hard drives
later.
    Claire frowned. "How does it interface with
the system?"
    "It doesn't, runs totally in the background."
He moved to the computer at the end of the bar.
    "Is it legal? What about the Fourth
Amendment?" She handed the recorder back to him.
    Dillon felt the brush of her fingers when she
placed the device in his palm. He ignored the flash of heat and
started to work. "E*Claire's is a public facility. Your customers
can't expect their privacy to be protected. Everything's fair game
as long as you know what's going on." He unplugged the keyboard
from the first computer and attached the recorder, then plugged the
cable back in. He grabbed another device and went to work on the
next computer.
    "You're going to put one of those on every
computer in the cafe?" Claire leaned on the bar and supported her
chin in her hands.
    "Every single one of them."
    "Even the one in my office?"
    Dillon looked up from the cable he'd just
disconnected. "Is that a problem?"
    She hesitated. "Of course not. I guess I
thought only the computers out here would be under
surveillance."
    "You thought wrong. All of them need to be
wired." Dillon bent down again, plugged the cable back in and moved
to the next machine. "Hand me one, will you?" He extended his hand.
And waited.
    "Are you always this rude?" Claire's soft
seductive voice wrapped around him. Strangled him.
    Damn. Get a grip on your wayward body,
Anderson.
    He looked up again. She tilted her head and
gazed at him. Question and hurt swam in her beautiful brown eyes.
She was probably wondering what the hell was the problem.
    She was the problem. Shouldn't be, but
was.
    "Look, it's late," Dillon said. "I want to
get this done. Are you going to help or not?"
    Claire didn't say anything, only nodded and
handed him the device, careful not to touch him again.
    He wired the machine and moved to the next.
Claire followed him down the row of computers, watched over his
shoulder, kept him supplied with the gadgets and kept conversation
to a minimum. The glow from the monitors and the quiet hum of the
computers created a sense of intimacy. With Claire so close and
smelling so good, Dillon struggled to keep his mind on the job.
    When the last computer was hooked up, he
stood and stretched. He fisted his hands to keep from grabbing
Claire and doing something asinine. Like kissing her. Remember
the job .
    He walked back to the bar and closed his
briefcase with a snap. "Almost done. After I wire your machine, we
can close up shop." When she didn't reply, he glanced her way. Then
wished he hadn't.
    Claire took a deep breath. Her breasts rose
with the movement, strained against the silky fabric of her blouse.
Dillon's body hardened in response. Man, what was it about this
woman?
    "Mine's not the only one left." She watched
him. Waited. For what?
    "Okay, no problem. How many more?" He opened
the briefcase again. He had plenty of keystroke recorders.
    Claire crossed her arms. "Look, I'm not
comfortable with this whole setup. It's one thing to wire the
computers out here. Mine, too. But wiring the ones in Natalie's and
Richard's offices without their knowledge . . . How can that not be
an invasion of privacy? I mean, they haven't done anything
wrong."
    "How can you be sure?" he asked.
    "You're kidding, right?"
    Dillon shrugged. "Everyone's a suspect in my
book."
    "Whatever happened to 'Innocent, until proven
guilty'?"
    "I'm not in law enforcement," he said. "That
doesn't apply to me. I keep an open mind to all possibilities. I
catch the bad guys. The cops or Feds