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going to have to show the video to everyone.”
    “Why didn’t they just e-mail it to you?”
    “Ace could have traced the ISP address if they had. He can speak to computers; makes them tell him what he wants to know.”
    Wendy gasped. She’d never known Ace had that gift. She didn’t even think his Handler knew. “He can?”
    Draco ran a hand through his hair. “Trusting you.”
    “I won’t tell a soul.” She stood and moved away to let Draco stand. The second she did, she missed the warmth of his body. She hadn’t realized how much heat Draco radiated, as much as a small sun. All the heat in the universe seemed to come from him.
    Without it, she felt cold. Not that she’d tell him that. He’d told her a secret; he trusted her. She wasn’t going to break their bond by being weak and pathetic.
    “If Ace doesn’t answer his phone, call my home number. He’s there.”
    That bit of information gave her pause. She stayed very still as she digested it.
    “Ace is at your house.”
    She repeated his words aloud. It wasn’t a question. He’d told her he was. Still, for some reason it was surprising. She’d always thought of all Superheroes as being solitary and alone when they left the office. Well, with the exception of Draco, who was forever in the media escorting some blonde supermodel somewhere or other.
    “Yes, he’s probably sleeping. It is, after all, still before noon.”
    “He’s asleep, at your house?”
    Draco fiddled with his computer, eventually ejecting the disk containing the video of his former Handler’s execution. “Seems pretty intent on sleeping these days.”
    Ace was at Draco’s house, asleep. She knew there were many things she should focus on not involving Ace and Draco, but she couldn’t stop playing the thought over and over again in her mind.
    It made a certain kind of sense. They were both extremely good looking Superheroes, who evidently lived together. Somehow, she couldn’t see them as roommates. No, there had always been a certain connection between them—long looks where they found each other’s eyes in some sort of unspoken language.
    Dear heavens, they’re gay.
    She had been lusting after her boss for four years and he was a homosexual. She almost laughed aloud at how stupid she had been. Of course he was gay; how could he not be? Draco had amazing fashion sense. He always dressed perfectly.

    So what if he had a woman on his arm every night, a different woman. He’d developed the perfect cover. No long-term relationships, no commitments.
    “Wendy, are you sure you’re okay? You look a little funny.” He stared at her so intently she couldn’t help but smile.
    Ridiculously, she was the most disappointed she had ever been in her life. She now knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, there would never be a chance of anything happening between her and Draco.
    Not that there had been any chance when she’d thought he was heterosexual either. But at least then, there had been the fantasy. Now she had to let even her delusions go. No straight men ever had cheekbones like Draco had. And Ace’s long blond hair, the way it shone, must take endless amounts of product … .
    She shook her head at her disgusting behavior. How could she be dwelling on any of this when they’d just seen what happened to Carl? Maybe it was some kind of delayed shock.
    “Do you want me to let Ace know you’re okay when I speak to him?”
    “Just tell him that I said to get his ass out of bed and get down here or he can forget getting the cat.”
    “You’re going to get a cat?”
    “He wants to. I don’t.”
    “More of a dog person?” God, this was the most inane conversation.
    He shrugged. “I’m just not sure I’m ready for that level of commitment with Ace.”
    Walking over, he placed his hand on her shoulder. “Thanks for this, Wendy, and remember, stay at your desk.”
    Without another word, he crossed the room and left his office. She sank down into his chair and placed her head in