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Now, what was that supposed to mean?
She stood up before he could ask. “Listen, I am really sorry about messing things up here. Take me back to the island and I’ll get out of your hair. You can track down your real contact and get back to your mission.”
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Although, Mae, Chet’s wife, had nearly gotten on the plane with Luke this morning anyway. Even when Chet told her he’d brought in an accomplished freelancer to partner with Luke. A real pro, no problem. Stacey Meyer.
A pro who preferred to work solo, according to her file. Her description, however, hadn’t quite done her justice. Sure, the woman beside him didn’t exactly qualify as striking, but she had a prettiness about her, something simple and muted that could probably get her in and out of countries unnoticed. She wore her brown hair in a messy ponytail, some of it waterfalling around her face, and her intense green eyes suggested she could turn a person cold with a look. The way she seemed to scrutinize everything, from the driver to the landscape to Luke, as if taking in every detail…yes, he had no doubt she knew how to do her job alone. But too bad. “Listen, I know this isn’t your first choice. Frankly, it’s not mine, either—”
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