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away.
Okay, so maybe that was a tad unfair, but she didn’t care. She didn’t like the way William was looking at her. Or, rather, she didn’t like that he was looking that way now, when he’d never even seemed to notice she was female before.
She wanted to snap at him, but she caught Stephen’s eye and saw him give a little warning head shake, reminding her to stay in character.
“Then I meet with your approval?” she asked, doing a little twirl that made the skirt flare out, showing off her calves and the place where a thin layer of flesh-toned latex covered the dragon tattoo that curled around her left ankle.
“You look better than I dared hope,” William said, then winced and added, “What I mean is that unless you trip up or Odin has full surveillance on the Kupfer lab and they’re using really good facial recognition software, we should be able to insert you no problem.”
Refusing to show the hurt that flared at the
better than I hoped
comment, Ike nodded. “Then let’s get me wired up. I’m supposed to meet Kupfer in his lab this evening for a quick get-to-know-you chat.” Under some pressure from head administrator Zach Cage, her contacts at Boston General had come through with references and a solid cover story, and William had produced all the documentation she could ask for.
Ike’s stomach tied itself in knots as she followed the men to William’s office, where he’d assembled a pile of miniaturized surveillance devices from God only knew where. This was it, she was really doing this. She was going undercover to find Zed’s killer. God, she was nervous.
But as she pressed a hand to her belly and willed her body to behave, she knew if she were being completely honest with herself she’d admit that not all of her nerves were due to her first official job in the field. A good bit of her agitation had to do with the man who paced his office with smooth, gliding strides and a fighter’s swagger and the idea that she and William would be together pretty much 24-7 for the next bunch of days.
With luck, they wouldn’t kill each other. Or worse.
G ET A GRIP , W ILLIAM told himself fiercely as he and Max worked to fit Ike with her surveillance devices.
You’re a professional.
But that was a laugh, because a pro’s hands wouldn’t shake as he wired up another pro, and he wouldn’t be too aware of each gesture, each touch. A pro wouldn’t resent Max as he fastened a microdot transmitter to Ike’s lapel and a pro wouldn’t let himself linger when the back of his hand brushed against the side of her breast.
Hell, a pro wouldn’t even notice that the other agent
had
breasts. But William was acutely aware of the woman standing in front of him, acutely aware of each indrawn breath and the rise and fall of her softly rounded flesh as he worked to conceal a small camera near her collarbone, with transmitter filaments running along the strap of her bra, which was pink and edged with a scallop of soft lace.
He glanced up, expecting to find her glaring down at him, expecting at any moment to hear her snap,
Watch the hands, buddy.
But she stood quietly, staring straight ahead, only a faint blush high on her cheekbones hinting that she’d noticed his accidental caress.
The flush made her look innocent and vulnerable, punching a hard fist beneath his breastbone. If Ike had looked eminently unapproachable and prickly in black leather and boots, now she looked vulnerable and…touchable.
“You almost done?” she inquired. Her voice carried a bit more edge than before, but when he glanced up, there was nothing in her eyes besides polite inquiry.
She was good, he admitted, partly relieved that their half-assed plan might just have a chance of succeeding, but mostly worried, because even if she played the part, he knew from experience just how many things could go wrong in a split second during an op like this one.
Not for the first time, he wished Grosskill weren’t such an unapproachable
Okay, so maybe that was a tad unfair, but she didn’t care. She didn’t like the way William was looking at her. Or, rather, she didn’t like that he was looking that way now, when he’d never even seemed to notice she was female before.
She wanted to snap at him, but she caught Stephen’s eye and saw him give a little warning head shake, reminding her to stay in character.
“Then I meet with your approval?” she asked, doing a little twirl that made the skirt flare out, showing off her calves and the place where a thin layer of flesh-toned latex covered the dragon tattoo that curled around her left ankle.
“You look better than I dared hope,” William said, then winced and added, “What I mean is that unless you trip up or Odin has full surveillance on the Kupfer lab and they’re using really good facial recognition software, we should be able to insert you no problem.”
Refusing to show the hurt that flared at the
better than I hoped
comment, Ike nodded. “Then let’s get me wired up. I’m supposed to meet Kupfer in his lab this evening for a quick get-to-know-you chat.” Under some pressure from head administrator Zach Cage, her contacts at Boston General had come through with references and a solid cover story, and William had produced all the documentation she could ask for.
Ike’s stomach tied itself in knots as she followed the men to William’s office, where he’d assembled a pile of miniaturized surveillance devices from God only knew where. This was it, she was really doing this. She was going undercover to find Zed’s killer. God, she was nervous.
But as she pressed a hand to her belly and willed her body to behave, she knew if she were being completely honest with herself she’d admit that not all of her nerves were due to her first official job in the field. A good bit of her agitation had to do with the man who paced his office with smooth, gliding strides and a fighter’s swagger and the idea that she and William would be together pretty much 24-7 for the next bunch of days.
With luck, they wouldn’t kill each other. Or worse.
G ET A GRIP , W ILLIAM told himself fiercely as he and Max worked to fit Ike with her surveillance devices.
You’re a professional.
But that was a laugh, because a pro’s hands wouldn’t shake as he wired up another pro, and he wouldn’t be too aware of each gesture, each touch. A pro wouldn’t resent Max as he fastened a microdot transmitter to Ike’s lapel and a pro wouldn’t let himself linger when the back of his hand brushed against the side of her breast.
Hell, a pro wouldn’t even notice that the other agent
had
breasts. But William was acutely aware of the woman standing in front of him, acutely aware of each indrawn breath and the rise and fall of her softly rounded flesh as he worked to conceal a small camera near her collarbone, with transmitter filaments running along the strap of her bra, which was pink and edged with a scallop of soft lace.
He glanced up, expecting to find her glaring down at him, expecting at any moment to hear her snap,
Watch the hands, buddy.
But she stood quietly, staring straight ahead, only a faint blush high on her cheekbones hinting that she’d noticed his accidental caress.
The flush made her look innocent and vulnerable, punching a hard fist beneath his breastbone. If Ike had looked eminently unapproachable and prickly in black leather and boots, now she looked vulnerable and…touchable.
“You almost done?” she inquired. Her voice carried a bit more edge than before, but when he glanced up, there was nothing in her eyes besides polite inquiry.
She was good, he admitted, partly relieved that their half-assed plan might just have a chance of succeeding, but mostly worried, because even if she played the part, he knew from experience just how many things could go wrong in a split second during an op like this one.
Not for the first time, he wished Grosskill weren’t such an unapproachable
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