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to shake his. “It’s good to meet you in person. I’m Kate McClean.”
    “Nice to meet you. Your agency has a great reputation. I’ve heard it’s the best,” he said diplomatically.
    Savage’s voice was even and deep, betraying no accent or inflection that would give me a clue about him . He couldn’t have been from Georgia. It was hard for anyone to get rid of the southern drawl once you’d been here long enough. I was guessing Yankee, but mostly because he had that formal politeness that belong to people who live on the northern side of the Mason-Dixon Line.
    “W e work hard to keep it that way,” Kate said. “Let me introduce you around.”
    She walked over to us and Nick and I both came to our feet. I wasn’t going to lie, Agent Savage was a beautiful piece of man, but there was something about him that scared the bejeezus out of me. He wasn’t the kind of man I’d ever be truly comfortable around, and there was something in the black pits of his eyes that made me think he could pull the trigger of that giant gun he had hidden under his suit jacket and never bat an eye.
    He also looked like the kind of man who could pleasure a woman for hours, and I snuck a glance at the thigh muscles bulging against his suit pants. I had the sudden urge to fan myself, being surrounded by all that hot male glory, but then I caught a glimpse of his eyes again and the fantasy disappeared. Nope, I could appreciate from afar because I wasn’t dead, but that was about it.
    “This is Detective Nick Dempsey,” Kate said, motioning to Nick.
    I watched as Nick and Agent Savage shook hands, their grips tight enough to have vei ns popping out on the back of their forearms and their smiles brittle with tension as they sized each other up. I wouldn’t know who to put money on if they ever came to blows, but damned if this macho display wasn’t entertaining.
    “Thanks for being here, Detective,” Savage finally said, releasing Nick’s hand. “I understand you’re the lead investigator on Sasha Malikov’s murder. You’re running a tight investigation.”
    I had no idea who Sash a Malikov was, but I was assuming he was the courier who’d been stuffed in the barrel. Nick nodded at Savage and his stance relaxed marginally. They’d come to some silent understanding, and I realized Nick’s tension was because he didn’t want the FBI to come in and take over his case.
    “And this is Addison Holmes,” Kate said, directing Savage’s attention toward me.
    As soon as those black eyes met mine, I had a pretty heavy premonition that things weren’t exactly what they seemed with Agent Savage. My mind flashed Danger, Danger even as my ovaries jumped up and begged for him to be a willing sperm donor.
    I had no clue what was wrong with me lately. It’s like once I hit thirty all I did was scope out men to be potential sperm donors. I didn’t even want to be a mother at this point in my life, but I couldn’t seem to help myself. Almost as if my body was making the decision for me and leaving me out of the equation.
    Savage’s eyes didn’t leave mine, but I had the feeling he’d somehow managed to check me out from head to toe anyway, and from the tingles in my nether regions, I was wondering if he could somehow see through to my underwear as well. One corner of his mouth tilted up in a smile and his hand reached out to take mine. His grasp was cool and dry, his palm and fingers holding interesting callouses.
    “Nice to meet you Ms. Holmes. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
    “Addison,” I told him. “And probably everything you heard has been exaggerated.”
    His smile grew a little wider and it reached his eyes this time. I could practically feel Nick vibrating beside me as Savage kept hold of my hand a little longer than he should have. I pulled out of his grasp and took a step back, and he went to the other empty seat across from me as if nothing awkward had just happened.
    I appreciated being scoped out as much as the