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“My home office”

She frowned “Why?”

“I’ any kind of alliance with you until I’ve had tiure out hoant it to look”

“For aa partnership of some kind you used the word I a lot”

“Problem?” he asked, one dark eyebrow arched

“There’s no I in team, Ferro, which you may have heard”

“I hate clichés”

“They’re cliché for a reason Because they’re true”

“Not necessarily,” he said

The limo pulled around a corner and up to a security box with a facade in the same white stucco that was on the houses It was shrouded by pal plants so that it alround

Ferro leaned out theof the limo and placed his thumb on a scanner His driver did the same “You, too,” he said

“It won’t recognize me”

“I know,” he said, “and you won’t be given clearance to use your print to open the gate But I keep records”

“Fingerprint records! Talk about paranoid”

“Don’t I need to be?” he asked

She shrugged and nodded in grudging agreement Especially since she was one reason he should be paranoid She wasn’t above snooping for secrets But he did it to her, too, da

“Now, you Print,” he said