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Ashley looked up at him and caught the half grin on his lips. She brushed past him. “Don’t play the gentleman for my benefit,” she snapped.

“Still testy,” he murmured as he followed her up the stairs to the first floor exit.

She stopped in her tracks and spun around, nearly colliding into hard-muscled chest. The heady scent of his cologne clouded her thoughts. For a moment she forgot her retort, then her good sense returned. “Look, the less we have to say to each other the better. Just do your job and I’ll do mine. How’s that?” She didn’t wait for a response but turned and strutted out, leaving the door swinging on its hinges.

Elliot stepped outside and watched her as she walked down the street with her head high, looking neither left nor right. He leaned against the fence, took out his pack of cigarettes and stuck one in his mouth. He lit the tip and watched a curl of smoke float into the air. He’d been in enemy territory before.

Ashley Temple would be a walk in the park.