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back. “Sorry.” He glanced between them, hoping his displeasure wasn’t evident on his face. “I can come back later.”
    Brie sat back in her chair with a smile. “No, it’s okay,” she said, waving him in. “Actually, I need to talk to you.”
    With a nod, Eamon tucked aside the bruise of jealousy and entered, hovering across from Brie at her desk.
    “I’ll check back with you later.” After a conciliatory nod to Eamon, Riordan left the office.
    Eamon watched the commander then turned his attention back to Brie.
    She arched an eyebrow. “You okay?”
    He lifted a shoulder. “Sure.”
    “You looked ticked.”
    Not exactly successful at burying his feelings. Though she was right, Eamon redirected. “You wanted to talk to me?”
    Brie stood and closed the office door. “Yes,” she said, returning to her seat. “Burnett was putting a plan in place when he died. I just heard from DIA and they have ordered me to pick up where he left off.”
    “If I can help…”
    She grinned, and if she knew that smile could get anything out of him, she’d probably be the death of him. “I’m glad you said that. Because the general wanted you and me to go do some recon at Takkar Towers.”
    Eamon stilled. Recon with her? “Wouldn’t Raptor be a better choice?”
    Her grin widened. “No, because we’ll be inside—civilian. We’re going in as siblings who want to lease a condo in the residential tower.”
    “Wait,” Eamon said, tripping over her words. “I’m trained for combat. Not espionage.”
    “Actually, you’re trained for both, aren’t you? I mean—SAS commandos need to know how to read and manipulate situations for their benefit, right?”
    “Sure, but—”
    “And you’re less known to Takkar and his minions. Being Australian works for you.”
    “But you’re not Australian.”
    “Right.” Brie shook her head, confused. “So?”
    “You said we’d go as siblings. You don’t have an accent.”
    “I’ll fake it.”
    Eamon sniggered. “A real Aussie against a fake one?”
    With sagging shoulders and a puffed breath pushed out between pursed lips, Brie scratched the side of her head. “I was never good at faking them anyway. In high school, I was in a play and did the worst-ever rendition of a Southern accent, so I’d probably murder your language.”
    “Accent,” he corrected.
    “Have you heard how thick it is? Yours is more like its own language.”
    “Are you saying you don’t like my accent?”
    “It’s sexy—I mean, fine.” She ducked, crimson flooding her cheeks.
    Sexy
. A smirk pulled at his lips. So he
hadn’t
read her wrong. But how far did her attraction to him go?
    “Stop. Focus on this.” She sliced her hands through the air. “So. We’re… business partners.”
    “Partner is no good.”
    “Why?”
    “Tower Two is residential. Tower One is commercial and corporate.” He shrugged. “They’ll want to know why we aren’t leasing in One. Unless you have unlimited resources—”
    “Ha. U.S. Army does not stand for Unlimited Supply Army.” She sneered. “More like useless supply.” Hands cradling her head as she leaned on her desk, she sighed heavily. “Fine.” She straightened, as if bracing herself. “I’m your girlfriend.”
    His eyebrows winged up before he could stop.
    Brie seemed to go rigid, her gaze locked on the documents. “The condo has three bedrooms, so we’ll have our own rooms. Nothing funny.”
    Again, he arched an eyebrow. He might not watch a lot of movies, but he knew how flicks with arrangements like that ended. Apparently, by the crimson hue of her face and her unwillingness to look at him, so did she.
    Finally she slapped her desk. “What?”
    Eamon gave a slow shake of his head. This was the most twisted assignment he’d been handed. But he had to admit—he liked the idea of having time to get to know her better. However, it flustered her. He needed to redirect. “What are we looking for?”
    She seemed to relax. “Burnett