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and entering and having sex like a couple of coked-up rabbits.
    His gaze dropped to my chest, and I was pretty sure he wasn’t checking out my rack. “And getting matching tattoos.”
    “Yeah, there was some of that too. You really want to hear about me and another guy?”
    “I really don’t like being lied to.”
    I went up to my knees and pointed at him. “And I really don’t like being accused of something I didn’t do.” Technically.
    He flipped the covers back, got out of bed (naked!) and started gathering his clothes.
    “Where are you going?”
    He answered without looking at me. “Home.”
    “Fine. You want to hear all about me and Sergei?”
    I climbed off the bed and went to my dresser, the one with the special drawer. I unlatched the mechanism to the secret compartment and pulled out an envelope. Stomping all the way over to where Super Agent stood with his clothes bundle in his arms, I grew more and more furious.
    There were very few things Super Agent didn’t know about me. He’d had me under surveillance for nearly a year while he investigated my dead senator ex-boyfriend. What wasn’t in my FBI file he got to fill in by watching me day in and day out. This envelope contained one of the few things almost no one knew. The most precious and painful one.
    I thrust the envelope at him with a look that dared him to take it this one step too far. There was no going back from this. He’d have stripped me bare of the most private parts of my life. We’d been on uneven ground from the start. This would put us miles apart. Miles I wasn’t sure we could ever cross.
    “Well?” I challenged. “Aren’t you going to take it?”
    He put his palm up, pushing the envelope back at me. “Don’t.”
    “Don’t what? You aren’t just accusing me of lying. What else are you accusing me of? Go on. Say it.”
    “What am I supposed to think when you sneak out in the middle of the night to see your ex-boyfriend?”
    “Right. Because that’s my MO. Sneaking off to see other men still stinking of sex and you.” It was kinda true in this case, but not the way he was making it out to be.
    “Maggie.” He dropped his clothes and came toward me. “I’m sorry. I just can’t stand the thought of you with anyone else.”
    Then he was really going to hate the little road trip I was about to take with Sergei.
    “You either trust me or you don’t. Which is it?”
    “I trust you.”
    I glared at him for another minute before turning around and putting the envelope back. It was best left there hidden away in the dark where I didn’t have to think about it. I could feel his eyes on me as I climbed back into bed and turned away on my side. After a moment I felt the bed dip on the other side and the light went out.
    Super Agent came up behind me and put his arm around me (still naked!). “I’m sorry.” He nuzzled my neck.
    “If you think you’re getting any more tonight you’re as crazy as my Aunt Daisy.”
    He chuckled. “I won’t push my luck.”
    “That’s the smartest thing you’ve said since I came home.”
     
     
    Super Agent kissed me goodbye the next morning, putting a little extra effort into it, which meant that by the time he was done I was swaying like a drunken sailor on deck during a massive storm.
    “Wow” was all I could manage.
    “I’ll see you tonight.” He opened the door to go off to work, but that’s as far as he got. “What the hell are you doing here?”
    I peeked around Super Agent’s large frame to see who had made him go from zero to pissed-off in three-point-four seconds. For the love of all that’s fair!
    Sergei.
    The two squared off like a couple of bucks in mating season. I rolled my eyes at them and went in search of coffee. If it had been seven p.m. instead of a.m. I would’ve hit the hard stuff. It was way too early to deal with the waves of testosterone that pumped off of the two of them.
    “Who the hell are you?” Sergei shot back.
    “Let him in, Clive,” I