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He turned in to the federal building parking lot as her words registered

“And that trust nated by your o to you”

He chanced another glance at her It was there again That sense that so was different

As if she was a woman, not just his best friend

The idea panicked hi wanted by the FBI Gabi and Mariethey were the only fa to screw that up

Most particularly not with baser urges that waned with tiood with that

But not Marie and Gabi He couldn’t risk breaking their hearts Couldn’t risk losing either one of them

And Lord knew he’d never yet knooman—in a man-woman sense—whom he didn’t eventually tire of He’d yet to meet the woman who could corral his interests

They’d arrived at their destination

It was ti And locked up

Lialad Gabi ith him

GEORGE COSTAS, CONNELLY’S head corporate attorney, had been present when Walter Connelly had been served his warrant He’d accotime employer and closest friend to FBI headquarters He’d advised Walter to be co to get to the botto

Gabrielle heard the report froent who’d been sent to take theent Bill Cross Cross, a man who looked to be about forty-five, was dressed like his counterparts in a suit with a sedate skinny blue tie His expression grave beneath short graying hair, he led them to a room with a table and four chairs, where Walter Connelly sat waiting

The first thing Gabrielle noticed through the glass on her way in was that Walter wasn’t handcuffed

“You want to go in alone?” she asked Lia outside the door