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Hunter snapped open Sue’s can of soda and leaned over her shoulder, placing it on the table in front of her. The click of the aluminum against the wood made her jump and flush to the roots of her dark hair as she jerked her head around.

“Did I scare you?” He dropped his hand to her shoulder briefly.

“I didn’t realize you were right behind me.”

“You were too engrossed in that phone.” He opened his own soda and sank to the edge of the bed. “It’s a bummer you can’t get anything from it.”

She placed the phone facedown on the table and spun it around. “None of my tricks are working. Phones are getting more and more sophisticated now and harder to break into. I think the CIA needs to get its cyber division on this to come up with some methods to bypass the new security measures.”

“Speaking of the Agency and security measures, my contact thinks he can run Jeffrey’s picture through face recognition. If he’s on the intelligence radar, we should get a hit.”

“He?” Sue twisted the tab off her can. “Is he stationed here in DC?”

“Oh no, you don’t. I don’t give up my sources, not even to other sources.” He leveled a finger at her. “And that should give you some sense of comfort.”

She tucked one long leg beneath her. “Did you ever tell anyone about us? I mean our brief affair in Paris?”

Brief? Had their affair been brief? He’d been so lost in Sue, lost in Paris that the world had seemed light-years away, and he’d felt suspended in time. Ever since then, he’d measured everything in terms of before Sue and after Sue. And everything before seemed to be a pale imitation of what came after.

Under her penetrating dark eyes, he felt a flush creep up from his chest. “I did tell a few people—my Delta Force team. That’s all. It’s how Major Denver knew to task me with contacting you.”

“I see.” She braced one elbow on the table and buried her chin in her palm.

“Did you?” He held his breath for some reason.

“No.”

The word didn’t come out as forceful as the expression on her face. She had told someone.

“Our affair was a mistake.” She sat back in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest.