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“Baby, I’m not feeling anything except you right now.” He squeezed her shoulders briefly. “Rest.”

“You do the same.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Riley closed her eyes, positive she wouldn’t sleep a wink. She woke to the scent of freshly brewed coffee and toasted bagels four hours later.

“Wakey, wakey, sleeping beauty.” Elias set the bagels and coffee on the coffee table.

“I can’t believe I slept that long.” She sat up. “Where’s Andre?”

“Shower. Andre woke up ten minutes ago. He should be down any minute.” He motioned toward the table. “Eat while the bagels are hot. If you want more, just sing out. I’m not a chef, but I can toast bagels with the best of them.”

“Thanks, Elias.”

“Yep.” He left the room.

Man, Riley couldn’t believe she’d slept at all, much less so peacefully. Must have been Andre who made the difference. Perhaps she needed to know she was safe on the subconscious level or, more likely, she needed to be sure Andre was safe in order for her to rest.

She was grateful for the extra hours of sleep. At the moment, she felt surprisingly good despite her interrupted night’s rest.

Riley picked up a bagel slice and took a bite. “Anything happen on your shift?”

Elias shook his head. “I figure we have a few more hours before Joe’s employer suspects something went wrong and hires a new hitman to take care of business.”

Her appetite disappeared.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

ANDRE FINISHED TYINGhis tactical boots and stood when his phone signaled an incoming call. He swiped his thumb across the screen. “Marsh.”

“I heard you had some excitement overnight and needed to talk to me,” Zane said.

“You heard right.”

“What happened?”

Andre summarized the events of the night before. “Joe surrendered without a fight.”

“Did you get information from him?”

“I didn’t question him.”

“Really? Don’t keep me in suspense, Marsh. Who did?”

“Riley. Turns out that she’s a CIA-trained interrogator.”

A soft whistle from the communication guru. “Your computer expert has hidden depths.”

“Caught me by surprise.”

“Does it bother you?”

He frowned. “Why should it?”

“She’s an interrogator and didn’t share that information with you.”

“I still have secret depths she hasn’t plumbed, and I haven’t uncovered all her secrets either. That’s the fun part of a relationship. However, I think she’s afraid I’ll reject her for being a skillful interrogator.”