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strand of hair out of her face, she met his gaze. "You get the same feelings I do? That Thomas is the one?"
    For a long moment, he remained mute. "Yeah, after this and what you told me, my gut says he's the one. Unfortunately, the court system doesn't operate well on just gut instinct."
    "Don't I know it."
    "You okay?" His blue eyes, a match to hers, flashed with concern.
    "Yeah. I'm doing okay. My guardian angel is keeping me informed with notes and I notified my boss. He scolded me and warned me to call before I hit quicksand." A grin appeared. "He threatened to take it out of my hide if I waited too long to ask for help from the team."
    "Sounds like a good man." Ryan leaned back in his leather office chair.
    "Best boss a girl could ask for." She spoke with sincerity and truth.
    "So, returning to the DEA full time is out of the question?" He steepled his fingers to rest under his chin.
    She heard the trace of worry in his voice. "I'll remain on a contractual case-by-case basis, but no, I'm not going to return, at least not in the near future. What I do now makes me feel… I don't know. Alive. Like I'm actually doing some good in the world." Lark scooted closer and said in a stage whisper, "You should see all the toys. Man, oh man."
    Ryan chuckled, his shoulders easing for the first time since she walked into his office. "You were always a sucker for a good rocket launcher."
    "Hey, takes one to know one," she quickly defended, knowing for a certainty the rest of her family, with the exception of possibly her mother, drooled over the latest high tech gadgets available in confidence to the military. Gathering up her purse, she stood to leave. "I'll let you know if I get anything else of value."
    Standing, he ambled to her side before pulling her into a strong hug. "You better. Call me each day and keep your head down."
    "I will. Promise." She lifted to brush a kiss across his cheek. "Don't work too hard. According to Mom, you're supposed to be finding a wife and giving her some grandkids."
    He rolled his eyes. "Don't you start, too."
    With a giggle, she strode from the room.
     
    When she returned home from the impromptu meeting with her youngest brother, Lark automatically locked the door behind her. She was still antsy with a high-profile criminal placing a fortune in bounty on her head.
    Normally, she handled stress well, blowing off the small stuff, absorbing the adrenaline rush, and relishing the revved-up feeling as she met the challenges involved with a dangerous mission. However, this situation proved completely different. She held very little control over when or where the bad guys might strike; the battlefront could be anywhere. From her apartment to a corner restaurant, any moment could turn to hell in a hand basket with absolutely no warning. Those fears kept her on high alert, unable to sleep at night, and weighed her shoulders down with worry.
    Her brother was concerned. She'd read the hallmarks clearly on his boyish face, lines replacing his typical grin, his eyes sharp and overly bright instead of the usual mischievous twinkling. At least he'd agreed with her findings and intuition when it came to the identity of the mole and promised to pull strings in order to get a judge to sign a search warrant as soon as possible, enough to confiscate Thomas's computer along with the other two men Lark suspected to be involved.
    She strode quickly into the bedroom after depositing her purse on the dining room table, only to slide to a halt just inside the doorway. No, she didn't have a note this time. Instead, she found a tall, dark-toned man sitting on her bed, the very same one that had demanded a kiss for her freedom a few nights before. Her heart sped even as her breathing seized.
    His hands rested at his sides as deep brown eyes caught and held her gaze. In the light streaming through her window, she verified his physique, noting the large mass of muscles filling out a long-sleeved black T-shirt. Blue jeans and plain