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It was a strange feeling planting a bug in a man’s computer while he stood over her, watching. Not to mention the man being grateful to have her do it.

“What would I do without you, Alex?” Senator Chandler commented as he sat down at his now-functioning computer.

She laughed. “You’d be on a first-name basis with the Congressional I.T. support guys.”

“You’re way better than those idiots,” Chandler declared. “And faster.”

She shrugged modestly. I ought to be better than those guys. I trained a bunch of them. “Just give me a shout if it acts up again, sir.”

She backed out of Chandler’s office. It was likely he wouldn’t notice her existence again until the next time his computer had a problem. She was good at being invisible. Of course, it was easy enough to do with everyone bustling around here as if the world would stop spinning if their current personal crisis didn’t get solved in the next two minutes.

Come to think of it, she’d been pretty invisible on the ranch, too. She’d been just one of the passel of kids and puppies who’d run all over the place in the summers. She and Lana had been the only girls. But nobody had ever doubted that Lana was all girl. She wore pretty clothes and didn’t like snakes or worms or touching fish, and she’d refused to rough-house with her brothers. Alex had been willing to do any of that stuff if it meant she got to spend time with Jim Kelley. And then there was her dad, of course. After the accident, he’d never been the same …

“Thanks for working your magic, Alex,” her supervisor in Chandler’s office said warmly. “I owe you one.”

Alex smiled. “Speaking of which, I’ve got a dentist appointment this afternoon. Will it be a problem for me to take a long lunch?”

The harassed chief-of-staff, Trevor McKinley, replied, “Are you kidding? You saved my life getting the boss’s computer up and running again so fast. Take the rest of the day off.”

Alex smiled and slipped out of the office. When she stepped onto the sidewalk, she pulled out her cell phone and called Jim’s office extension.

“Captain Kelley,” he answered shortly.

“Hi, it’s me. I’m done.”

“Perfect. Can I pick you up somewhere?”

She blinked, startled. He wanted to come get her? Vividly aware of not wanting to talk about sensitive information over an unsecured phone, she replied lightly, “How about I meet you?”

“Kirby’s. Noon. Lunch,” he bit out.

A lunch date with Jim Kelley? Holy cow. “Uhh, okay. See ya there.” She disconnected the call in minor shock. It was just work, but still. She was having lunch with him! She glanced down at her clothes in dismay. She looked like a prison guard in these severe gray pants and white Oxford shirt. No help for it. She didn’t have time to go home and make it back downtown before noon. So much for acting more like Lana Kelley. Abandoning the Beast in its outrageously expensive spot in the parking garage around the corner, she opted to grab the Metro to the other end of the Mall and Kirby’s Diner.

When she walked into the crowded joint at five minutes till twelve, Jim was already there. She was thankful that he subscribed religiously to the army theory that if you weren’t five minutes early, you were late. He spotted her and waved. Somehow, he’d managed to snag a postage-stamp-sized table that optimistically was supposed to seat two. She made her way through the noisy crush to join him.

She sat down and gulped as her knee promptly banged into his. She levered herself sideways to avoid physical contact with him. No way could she eat a messy hamburger while rubbing knees with the man. She’d choke to death for sure. She picked up the glass of ice water he’d already ordered for her and took a sip.

“How was your morning?” he asked.

“Productive. Yours?” she replied more breathlessly than she liked.

“The same.” Grinning, he reached into his pocket and fished out a set of keys. “Here.”

“What are these?”

“Keys to the love nest you and I are about to borrow on Capitol Hill for a little while.”

She inhaled sharply, which was unfortunate given that she was still sipping at her water. She coughed violently enough that Jim reached around to thump her on the back, which didn’t do a darned thing to help her breathe.

“Jeez. Don’t say things like that to a girl when she’s drinking.”

Abruptly grim, he murmured under the din around them, “We’re green-lighted.”

“For what?”

“Full-blown op. Looks like you’re finally going to get your wish to play soldier, and I’m going to get mine to go after Lana’s kidnappers.”

She jolted. He doesn’t know about all the things I’ve done to finagle working with him, does he? Belatedly, she realized he was talking about their argument yesterday. She scowled. “I still want to go to a war zone. Experience real combat. A ‘love nest’ on Capitol Hill hardly qualifies.”

“I dunno. The halls of power in this town can be pretty cutthroat.”

She rolled her eyes as a waitress came to take their orders and left again.

Jim leaned close. “Whatever you want, you’ve got it. Sky’s the limit.”

If only.

“Any gear, any cool gadgets you need. Just say the word.”

Whoopee. Gadgets.

“The place is furnished. All we’ve got to do is move in and go for it.”

Does he have to keep saying things like that? I’d love nothing better than to go for it with him.

“You think you’re up to this, Al?”

“Uhh. Yeah. Sure.”

“I can’t wait to nail that guy.”

I can’t wait to nail him. Oh, wait. Work. This is the mission I’ve been dreaming of getting. Minus the war zone. But hey. It’s a start.

Their lunch arrived and she stared down in dismay at the juicy burger, piled high with all the trimmings. She doubted she could get her mouth around that thing, let alone do it in either a neat or ladylike fashion.

Abandoning fashion for common sense, she unfolded her napkin and tucked it into the front of her shirt before she tackled the hamburger. Jim grinned and did the same. But then, he was wearing a three-hundred-dollar silk tie.

“When do you have to get back to the office?” he asked just as she took a bite of her sandwich.

She chewed convulsively. Don’t choke. Don’t choke. Don’t choke. Finally, she was able to answer safely, “Tomorrow morning. Trevor gave me the rest of the day off.”

“Who’s Trevor?”

Stunned, Alex stared at him. He sounded a shade defensive there for a second. “My boss. Chandler’s chief of staff.”

“Ahh.”

To Alex’s immense relief, they ate in silence after that. The last thing she needed was for Jim to have to give her the Heimlich maneuver and for her to spew half-chewed hamburger all over the place.

“Did you drive?” he asked after he casually flipped a couple of bills on the table to cover the meal and a hefty tip.

“No. The Beast is still up on the Hill.”

“Why do you keep that thing anyway?”

Because her father had saved his money for a year to buy the wreck and the two of them had fixed it up together the first winter after her brother died. She was fairly certain the car had saved her brokenhearted father’s life. And then he’d given it to her when she graduated from high school…. Its sentimental value was beyond price.

“It still runs. Why would I get rid of a perfectly functional car?” she demanded.

He shrugged. “Guess I’m driving then.”

They got into his sexy little Beemer—how did he manage to keep getting plum parking spots like that?—and headed out.

Of course, the love nest came with underground parking for two. The Beast was going to adore getting to sit beside Jim’s sleek sports car. The building also had a weight room, hot tub and indoor swimming pool, but she doubted she and Jim would be making much use of those facilities.

The building manager gave them each key cards to the building, their own security codes, and introduced them to the doorman. Finally, they were shown up to their borrowed flat and left alone.

The place wasn’t as posh as Jim’s house, but then he’d no doubt had some fancy decorator with an unlimited budget do his place. But it was a whole lot nicer than her apartment, and the furniture all matched. More to the point, it was less than three blocks from the Dirksen Building, well within the range of the bug she’d planted in the senator’s laptop.

“It only has one bedroom,” she accused. With an obscenely huge bed, no less.

“What part of love nest don’t you grasp?” he replied.

She glared at him and changed the subject. “How in the heck am I supposed to sneak my gear up here past all those doormen and security cameras?”

“I’ll help you carry it up. We’ll bring it up in pieces if we have to.”

“Oh, we’ll have to, all right.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve got your back, kid.”

She really wished he’d quit calling her that. It made her feel about twelve years old. But she supposed it was better than Al. That’s what he called her around the battalion when he wasn’t bellowing out her last name at her. She sighed. How did Lana Kelley so effortlessly keep her female identity around all those guys on the ranch? Every summer, when the time drew near for the arrival of the Kelley kids for their annual summer sojourn in Montana, she’d dreaded Lana’s arrival nearly as much as she’d anticipated Jim’s.

It took the rest of the afternoon for them to shuttle electronic surveillance equipment from the battalion to Jim’s car, and from his car to the love nest, disguised in cardboard boxes he took delight in labeling things such as Naughty Lingerie and Miscellaneous Toys.

By supper time, she had an elaborate computer system up and running on the desk in the corner of the living room—the shadow system to Chet Chandler’s—and a second one to record and backup everything from the first one.

“Does it work?” Jim asked over her shoulder as she typed in the senator’s password to activate the system.

“Of course it works,” she replied scornfully. “I built it.”

“Now what?”

“Now we watch what Chet does. He’s checking his calendar right now.”

It was a little eerie watching commands and words scroll across her screen as if a ghost were typing on her keyboard.

“So, just out of curiosity,” she asked, “is this a legal wiretap, or is it completely off the books?”

“Both. My superiors have declared this a Homeland Security investigation, which means we have permission to pretty well stomp all over the good senator’s constitutional privacy rights. But it’s definitely way off the books. We don’t know how deep into the government whoever’s controlling Chet has their hooks. Only a handful of people have any idea what you and I are doing.”

“Heck, I don’t have any idea what we’re doing. For months I’ve been working for the senator and I still have no idea what I’m supposed to be looking for.”

“Have you got a white-noise maker?” he asked quietly.

She frowned. “We’ve already swept the place for bugs or cameras.”

“I know.” He gave her a sober look.

Well, okay then. “Lemme go get it.” It took her several minutes of digging around in her “Boring Underwear” box to find the darned thing, but she brought the noisemaker into the living room and plugged it in. She threw Jim an expectant look.

He gestured for her to sit on the other end of the sofa from him. Even with the electronic interference of her gadget all around them, he still spoke barely above a whisper. What on earth could be making the man this paranoid?

“We have reason to believe that Senator Chandler is part of a large-scale conspiracy. The same one that nearly killed my father.”

“How’s Hank doing by the way? Any change?”

“No. They’ve still got him in the induced coma until the swelling in his brain comes down some more. We were hoping he could tell us exactly who’s involved in this conspiracy, or at least who threatened him when Lana was kidnapped. It may be a while yet before he can talk … assuming he remembers anything at all when he wakes up.”

“What does Lana have to do with this conspiracy thing?” Alex asked, startled.

“We believe whoever kidnapped her did it to force my father into cooperating with this group. Maybe they needed him to do something for them.”

“Why couldn’t they get some other congressman to do their dirty work for them? Why him?” Alex asked.

Jim shrugged. “Until he wakes up and can tell us that, your guess is as good as mine. Lord knows, my old man is no saint.”

That wasn’t news to her. But it was hard to imagine him lying unconscious in a hospital bed. He’d always been so loud and forceful and dynamic. As a kid, she’d been more than a little afraid of him.

“What do you know about this conspiracy?” she asked.

“Precious little. We know they recruit rich and powerful people. They probably hide their money behind some corporate shell company.”

“What do they want?”

“In a word—power.”

She sighed. “Them and everyone else in this town.”

“I’m talking serious power. Way beyond what some elected schmuck can gather in a few terms on the right committees. I’m talking running nations. Taking down world leaders if they feel like it. Starting wars. Or ending them.”

Whoa. He was talking Power with a capital P. “So we’re looking for links to these guys in Senator Chandler’s computer? Have you got a name? Anything?”

“Nope. We’re running blind.”

Good thing he had her, then. Her job was to give eyes and ears—real-time, usable intelligence—to operators in the field. “All right then. Let’s take a look at Chet’s email correspondence. If we don’t find anything there, how about we move on to a list of his biggest donors? Stands to reason if he’s in someone’s back pocket, that person is paying to keep the senator in office.”

Jim nodded. “The money’s probably coming in privately or through some network of cover corporations.”

She grinned. “That would be why I’ve got the second computer here. How about I surf the internet and see what I can scare up on his various donors? Maybe I can find connections between some of them.”

“Have at it. I hate to abandon you, but I’ve got to get back to the office. Delta Company’s about to touch down in Africa and I need to get their initial threat assessment.”

She sighed. “Rub salt in the wound, will ya?”

“Get over it, Mendez.”

Heck, she’d been trying to get over him for the past fifteen years to no avail. What made him think she was going to get over her goal to experience combat up close and personal any time soon? As if.