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    He was going to have to keep an eye on her.
    She collapsed onto a bench next to Peggy, giggling and smiling, looking way too attractive. He needed to keep his mind on business and stop looking at pretty young women. Young being the operative word. He’d seen her bio and she was twenty-seven to his thirty-six.
    Too young, and way out of bounds. No matter what Tony might say. Griffin wasn’t going to have sex for the cameras and the American viewing public. She was cute and that was the end of it.
    Her knee was still bleeding but the last guy, Wayne, was already blundering through the course having issues on the very first obstacle. His bio had said he was a former Marine with no medical issues, so no way should he be having problems. It looked like he’d never exercised in his life.
    Griffin nodded to Dare to intervene when Wayne landed on his ass in the mud pit after an attempt to swing over it on the rope. The deputy helped the man up and tried to coach him through it. After several tries, the former military man gave up and walked around it, heading for the wall.
    “How about a tip for this one?” Griffin asked. Wayne was scowling worse than Dare but Griffin was used to dealing with people who weren’t very damn happy.
    “This is stupid,” Wayne spat. “Why do I need to know how to do something like this? I don’t enjoy wasting my time.”
    Griffin’s brows shot up at the contemptuous tone. Had Wayne spoken to his drill instructors that way during basic?
    “Agility and speed are important for an officer,” Griffin replied, not going into the gory detail that he could have added. “Now the best way to do this is to use your legs.”
    He continued explaining but it was clear Wayne had tuned him and everyone else out. The former Marine was being pouty, for fuck’s sake. Griffin was starting to have some doubts about this man’s bio. And if his was wrong? What did that say about the others? Was the producer deliberately misleading Griffin about these contestants?
    He and Tony were going to have a chat. Misinformation could put someone’s life in danger and Griffin wouldn’t allow that to happen. It was his job to keep these six people safe.
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    Jazz needed to get to a phone. When Tony had told her she would be cut off from family and friends, it simply hadn’t sunk into her brain what that meant. Giving up her phone had been painful to say the least. She wasn’t addicted to staring at it all day like so many people, but it was a lifeline to her agent. Jazz had been on several auditions and she needed to know if she had any paying jobs when she returned to L.A.
    From her spot on the bench, she could see into the makeshift tent next to the obstacle course. A phone sat on the table next to a few bottles of water and some first aid supplies. She needed to slip into the tent, grab the phone, call her agent, and then replace it before anyone was the wiser.
    Call me Ninja Jazz.
    Her palms sweating and not from the heat, she sidled casually into the tent. Grabbing some band-aids, a bottle of alcohol, and a few cotton balls, she settled into a metal folding chair and smiled at Deputy Turner. He nodded to her as he chatted with Peggy but his attention was clearly on the other woman who was asking for advice about the monkey bars.
    As Jazz dabbed alcohol on her knee, the two of them exited the tent leaving her all alone with the phone. The burn of the alcohol made her hiss but she slapped a band aid over the wound and quickly grabbed the phone, shoving it under her shirt just as the sheriff entered.
    His gaze went straight to the now empty space where the phone had sat and then to her. Never a good liar, she probably had “guilty” stamped on her forehead.
    Shit. Shit. Shit.
    “I was just coming to check on your scraped knee. Good, I see you put a bandage on it.”
    The sheriff reached for a bottle of water and twisted the top off before handing it to her. She had no choice to reach