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you.”
    “You have to access it at the D.I.R.E. San Diego office. It’s the only place I can be certain we won’t be hacked.”
    Her feet dropped to the floor. “You want me to go to Riordan’s office tonight?”
    “If you want that file - yes. But, be forewarned: he’s seeing it for the first time tonight, too. He may not like what he finds.”

Chapter 4
     
    Riordan whipped off his motorcycle helmet and shook out his damp hair. He’d needed that ride along Silver Strand Boulevard to settle his mind. The wind in his face and mist in the air reminded him that he lived a free man. That the beatings in his nightmares were in the past, the dark isolation, a bad memory.
    After talking to Cass and Dar earlier, Riordan had been restless. Neither one could come up with another reason why their father would’ve sent him to Mongolia. Yet, Riordan’s gut told him Natalie was onto something.
    Hopefully, his file would have some answers.
    Tonight.
    Riordan unzipped his jacket and shrugged out of it. What the hell did Mitchell have to prepare before Riordan could see his file? Most likely, he’d had some doctoring to do, a few omissions, deletions... additions.
    Hell.
    Riordan could see why Natalie thought him unrealistic. He’d never have control over everything. However, one would think he’d have control over his own files.
    Then again, he’d spent the day doing intel on someone that had stolen his identity. As soon as Mitchell gave him clearance, he’d pay the bastard a little visit.
    Knowing he’d go freaking crazy waiting for that file, Riordan had decided to find a distraction. However, the only distraction that had come to mind was his smokin’ hot doctor. Despite Mitchell’s warnings, he couldn’t get her out of his head.
    If he were honest with himself, he’d admit that his visit with her had been productive and… a relief. Dumping his sins in her lap hadn’t scared her away. As a matter of fact, she’d taken them all in stride.
    The delicate beauty had grit. The combination made for treacherous territory.
    But damn, he loved a bit of danger.
    Doing his best to follow orders, he’d ignored his gut and decided on a different distraction – a new motorcycle. Yes, he got screwed on the price, but he really didn’t give a crap at the moment.
    He was free and he had his hands back.
    Now, he just had to make sure he kept them to himself and off of Natalie Meeks.
    “Nice...”
    Walking out into the D.I.R.E. Coronado parking lot, Jaydan circled Riordan’s new bike, running his hand along the handlebars and seat like a new horse. He hooked his thumbs in his front jeans pockets and looked over the black Ducati 848EVO .
    “What’s it got?”
    Riordan couldn’t contain his smile. “Thirteen point two to one compression ratio, straight cut gears for the primary drive, and only three hundred and seventy-two pounds on one hundred and forty horsepower.”
    Jaydan gave a low whistle. “Damn, that thing’s almost as hot as the woman inside… Almost .”
    He whipped around. “What woman?”
    “Your doctor.” Jaydan gave him a knowing grin. “Mitchell gave her access to the D.I.R.E. network.”
    Cursing a blue streak, Riordan stormed into the building. Damn Mitchell Jacobs. The sonovabitch had given her access to his file. He just knew it.
    Stomping through the lobby and down the hall to the communications center, Riordan stopped short just inside the small, NASA-style control room. Natalie Meeks sat in a leather chair, her legs stretched out on one of the desks. A tablet lay in her lap, a carton of ice cream and plastic spoon in her hand. A bottle of water sat on the floor beside her chair.
    Her high-class etiquette teacher would not be happy with her posture.
    Tight jeans molded to her long legs, leather ankle boots on her feet. She wore some kind of lacy, pale pink blouse, her auburn hair tied in a braid over one shoulder. The scent of ocean breeze filled the room, her casual, relaxed presence throwing his