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George, and only because they were the only family she had left.
    “How else would he know so much about me? The alternative is one I refuse to consider. I can’t go there, Ben.”
    Lily shut her bedroom door, turned the lock and moved to her closet. To the casual observer, it appeared to be a massive walk-in closet for a woman who was obsessed with shoes, clothes and jewelry. But she wasn’t that woman. They were all props. Lily didn’t care about any of that stuff. She only cared about what it concealed.
    “I want to know who he is, and why the hell 67 sent him after me.”
    “You and me both,” Ben grumbled, his voice hard as steel.
    “Well...” She stopped in front of the tall dresser, flipped up the jewelry tray and pressed her hand to the cool, smooth surface underneath. A screen—doubling as a smaller mirror hanging on the wall—appeared and scanned her palm. “Let’s find out. Shall we?”
    The display lit up, and she quickly keyed in her code and started scanning through the lobby’s video feed.
    “Yes. Let’s.”
    Despite the agitation rapidly firing from one nerve to the next, Lily grinned. She could almost see Ben’s face growing as stormy as the Pacific Northwest in the winter.
    Within minutes, she’d found her running buddy. Apparently he’d managed to slip in a shower before invading her personal space.
Fantastic
.
    Despite her best efforts to be pissed off at this stranger, she couldn’t help a twinge of admiration. He was tall—six-two, or maybe six-three—defined and, even in his casual attire of jeans and T-shirt, damn right beautiful. His black T-shirt was snug, but not obnoxiously so, and she could see muscle definition beneath the dark fabric. No doubt the result of rigorous training. She rolled her eyes. She didn’t need to be imagining
anything
about this guy.
    He looked directly up at the camera, mischief in his blue eyes, and winked. Lily snorted. Nothing subtle there—the guy had balls of steel.
    Lily tapped the screen.
Got you now
.
    She froze the image and took a screen shot. “Sending over a picture. Can you check him out?”
    “I’ll get my IC people on it.”
    Lily couldn’t help but smile. Ben’s people were
her
people, or at least they had been. On the books, they were all part of the United States Intelligence Community, or IC, which was led by the Director of National Intelligence, and each had their own cover story. To those outside of Unit 67, Lily Andrews was a CIA computer analyst, the best hacker to come through Langley’s doors in a decade. Off the books was a whole other ball game, and one she missed desperately. Unit 67 fell under a separate director, one that reported directly to the president himself, and was unknown by any of the other sixteen separate government agencies.
    Though she’d gone dark, Lily still had allies within the intelligence community—all Ben had to do was mention her name, and they’d have the intel on this joker, 67 agent or not. No one within 67 tolerated a breach in protocol, and showing up unannounced to another agent, potentially blowing their deep cover, was a serious one.
    “You want me to come get you?” Ben’s voice grew serious.
    “No. I don’t take people flushing me out lightly.” She eyed the photo. Her mind pulled images of him straddling her, and heat surged through her body, which royally pissed her off.
Not a chance, buddy
. “This is
my
home. I’ve been doing just fine here for a year. I’m not leaving.”
    “Lil.”
    “No. I’m staying. Besides...” She moved over and tugged at the massive mirror hanging on the far end of the closet. It swung open on cleverly concealed hinges, revealing row after row of firearms and ammo lined up on hidden shelves. She reached for her favorite Glock and pulled it from its bracket. “You and I both know this place is my own personal Fort Knox. If he gets past George, which is very doubtful, he’ll regret it.”
    “I still don’t like it,” Ben