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suspects. It was done with no complaints, leaving her, Livie, Carter, Brax, Mason and Martin, the latter of whom was sitting alone at one end of the table. Jamie approached and sat opposite him. She stared at him until he fidgeted. She focused her gift.
    “Who do you work for?” she finally asked.
    “The US government. Black ops. We don’t know names.” It wasn’t a lie, but there was a hint of evasion too. She’d asked the wrong question.
    “Okay. Who do you suspect you work for?”
    Instead of answering, he looked at Livie, who’d hung back against the wall. Jamie motioned her to the seat at the head of the table, placing her between Jamie and Martin. A bit of tension relaxed from his face, and Jamie almost smiled.
    Ah yes, we definitely have you.
    He sat his hands on the table and the metal of his cuffs clanged. “Any chance of getting these removed? And maybe a glass of water?”
    She felt the men behind her tense, but she wasn’t an idiot. Jamie laughed and shook her head. “Sure. I’ll free you and give you a weapon. No problem.”
    “Had to try, didn’t I?” he replied. His tone was a mix of joking and regretful.
    “I wouldn’t expect anything less from someone Carter trained.”
    Martin’s gaze flicked to the man hovering at her back, and he gave a slight nod of acknowledgement—but something cunning moved across his face. He cleared it so fast she wondered if anyone else had noticed.
    “I’m surprised to see him so attached to a woman.”
    “No,” she said firmly and shook her head before Carter could ruin this interrogation. “You want to indulge your curiosity about your old commander and his personal life, you’ll do it on someone else’s time. Not mine.”
    She paused to let that sink in, to let him realize that she was in charge and she wouldn’t be fooled into losing control of the conversation. His gaze reflected respect when he turned back to her. She almost smiled. There was nothing as exhilarating as a warrior who not only respected strength in a woman but knew how to defer to it.
    “Livie tells me that the last she heard, you were getting out of your business.” She held up a hand when he opened his mouth to protest. “I know you think I’m one of the bad guys. I know you think she was being held against her will.” She snorted. “The irony of that is…I don’t even have the words.”
    He gave her a searching look. “I don’t understand.”
    She crossed hands together on top of the table and leaned forward. “I was the one being held prisoner. They hired you with their false little tale so they could get me back and take Livie too.”
    She sat back and waited for the explosion. She wasn’t disappointed.
    “No! You’re lying.” He turned to Livie. “Baby, uncuff me. I can get us out of here. I can take you somewhere safe.”
    “You’ve been deceived,” the security expert finally spoke, but it was clear Martin didn’t believe her. His expression was nothing less than mutinous, furious, and his body was tense as if waiting for an opportunity to escape.
    “And so easily fooled,” Brax drawled and approached.
    “What’s it to you?” Martin countered belligerently.
    Brax stepped forward—powerful, overwhelming, the epitome of an Elect male. Jamie was impressed Martin didn’t shrink back, though he did have enough sense his eyes flashed with indecision and wariness.
    “Livie is under my protection. That extends to more than just her safety,” Brax said.
    “Livie, but not your interrogator here? Who’s wanted by the Feds, I might add.”
    Brax smiled, and it was an ugly, menacing thing. “Jamie has someone to watch over her. Someone I know is worthy of the privilege. Who the hell are you?”
    Martin rose slowly to his feet, meeting Brax’s challenge with a determination that made Jamie smile in triumph.
    “You won’t keep Livie from me,” he declared softly. “And I’m perfectly capable of protecting her.”
    “Hell no.” Livie entered the debate,