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the hallway for any movement, then pulled her through after him.

      “I didn’t have proof. And I wasn’t about to share Jason’s dossier with the police.”

      Fear twisted his guts into a rigid knot. He’d walked away from her for this very reason.

      Cain MacAlister, the current director of Labyrinth, had promised to keep Julia under surveillance. What the hell happened? “And you’re sure the letters are legitimate?”

      “Yes. I’m sure.” This time she didn’t mask her impatience. “I also understand the reason for it, but I don’t have to accept their decision.”

      “As a government operative, Jason understood the risks that go with the job. He accepted them every time he took an assignment,” Cal stated.

      “Don’t talk about him in the past tense, Cal. He’s not dead.”

      They reached the lobby’s elevator and she hit the call button. “The intruder left a picture with the file. He’s holding an American newspaper. Yesterday’s newspaper with the current headlines and the date.”

      “That doesn’t prove anything.” The elevator slid open and both of them stepped in.

      “Drug cartels are not forgiving, Julia, when they find a government agent among them,” Cal remarked. He jabbed the button for his floor. “A child can digitally change the face of a newspaper with the right computer program.”

      At least that wasn’t a lie. And if his intel was correct, they were dealing with one of the most powerful drug cartel lords: Cristo Delgado.

      Delgado took pleasure in what he called “public relations.” Many who died by his hand, did so slowly and on camera. Later, Delgado arranged for the footage to be circulated over the internet to discourage anyone else from trying to infiltrate his business.

      Cain MacAlister’s people could not find any footage on Jason.

      The elevator doors slid open, and they stepped out into the private entry of Cal’s loft.

      Julia hugged the teddy bear to her chest. Something sharp—a yearning—jabbed at her gut.

      Grimly, Cal reached for his keys. “Hold on.” He opened the door and stepped inside for a moment.

      Julia stood in the doorway, familiar with the procedure as he turned on lights and punched in the security code on a wall keypad.

      A scant minute later, he returned from checking the rooms.

      “Expecting company?”

      “You showed up, didn’t you?” Cal quipped, then took the bear and set it down with his bag. “Just making sure no one else felt the need to find me tonight.”

      The light gave Julia a chance to study Cal. Just over six feet, she had to tilt her head back to get a good look at his face. He had light brown hair, worn a tad longer than what was expected on the Hill. The small brown locks curled over the collar of his white dress shirt.

      He was lean, but not lanky. More solid, sculpted. Almost as if he was modeled from the Greek statues at the Smithsonian.

      Muscles flexed, then shifted beneath the charcoal suit coat, hinting at the controlled movement beneath.

      Longing twisted deep in her belly. Refusing to be distracted, she locked her spine straight and brought her eyes back to his features.

      His hazel eyes, unflinching, seared hers.

      Julia broke contact first. She glanced around the apartment.

      The first time Cal had brought her here, she’d expected sleek, streamlined decor and was mildly surprised at the cozy tapestry pillows, the tapered walnut coffee table and oversize chairs that flanked a sand-colored leather couch. Overstuffed and fairly new.

      English country.

      A touch of home, she’d thought at the time, surprised at the sentimentality from such a cynical man.

      “Did you bring the file?”

      “Yes.” Julia reached into her suit pocket and withdrew the folded pieces of paper. “But it only explains the mission. Not what went wrong.”

      His eyes settled on the papers for a moment, before shifting back to her. “I need to make some tea. Would you like some?”

      “Yes,” she said, surprised. She’d expected him to want something sharper, like a brandy or even some wine.

      “What is it?”

      Annoyed, she realized if she were to pull off her plan, she needed to do a better job keeping her expression unreadable.

      She lifted a casual shoulder. “British or not, I’ve never known you to drink tea.”

      “A habit I picked up recently. My jetlag demands something traditional.”

      She followed him to the kitchen, which was more modern in style. Black granite counters, steel appliances stood in contrast to the warmth of the living room. Fit the man more in her mind, but so did the contrast themselves.

      The stuffed bear drew her gaze. Another contradiction.

      Ignoring the small ache in her chest, she picked up the bear and squeezed. A soft lullaby through the thick fur of its belly.

      “Cute,” she murmured and turned it over, noting the Velcro seam. “I’d make sure they have extra batteries. I’ve got a feeling it’s going to get used quite a bit.”

      “I’m glad you approve.”

      “It really is perfect, Cal,” she told him sincerely. “Regina is going to love it.”

      “Jordan mentioned that you and she had become close over the last year.”

      Cal grabbed a streamlined, silver tea kettle from the stove and filled it with water.

      “We did. Actually, it was your doing. The few times we joined them for dinner, Regina and I really enjoyed each other’s company. After you and I split …” Julia shrugged and propped the bear up on the corner bar stool next to her. “We still manage to call each other once a week or so now that they are in London.”

      She settled herself on another stool at the counter. “Are you up for a trip to South America, Cal?”

      “Why?” He grabbed two mugs from the cupboard and placed them by the stove.

      “Jason is in South America. Alive.”

      “Whether he is or not, I’m the wrong person to help you.”

      “You’re exactly the right person, actually.” Julia struggled to keep her tone even. “I’m calling in Jason’s favor.”

      Cal’s eyes flickered over her. “What favor?”

      “Don’t play politics with me.” She gave him a long, cool look. One that sent many aides scurrying from the Oval Office. “Before Jason left D.C., he told me to contact you if anything happened to him. He said you owed him a favor and that you were the only one I should trust.”

      “Trust to do what?” Cal questioned, swearing silently. “What are you planning, Julia?”

      “To rescue him.”

      “Even if I owed him, I’m a diplomat from England and there is little—”

      “I read your file,” Julia said, taking a little pleasure in cutting him off. “You’re ex-MI6. And now work for Labyrinth. Although, why you changed sides isn’t stated. And neither are your Labyrinth missions.”

      “How in the hell did you get a hold of my file?”

      “You’re kidding, right?” Julia nearly smiled at that. He sounded so indignant. Good. It didn’t hurt him to realize she had a few tricks of her own. “You’re the one who keeps reminding me who I work for.”

      “My

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