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large quantities of miscellaneous information in the back of his head until he needed to call on it was something Tyler had always taken for granted. It allowed him to focus his mind and manage the most immediate tasks. In many ways his brain acted like a computer with several open programs, a dozen others working in the background and plenty of spare memory. If that was the case she was messing with his operating system. Every time his eyes opened an image of her the screen froze.
    ‘They’re supposed to be around here somewhere,’ she continued. ‘There was a picture on Twitter.’
    ‘Right,’ he said dryly. He’d never been a Twitter fan but he knew she was popular there. It was the one area he hadn’t been allowed to suggest changes.
    From a protection standpoint he thought regularly reporting her location to all and sundry was an unnecessary risk. From the perspective of the mayor’s press office her online presence was a valuable publicity tool. That they wouldn’t budge on the subject still bugged him.
    But not as much as all the standing around he’d been doing since he reported for duty.
    ‘I don’t think they constitute a breach in security if that’s what you’re worried about.’ She glanced up at him again. ‘Isn’t it supposed to be dolphins they train to carry explosives?’ When he didn’t say anything, she leaned an elbow on the railing and turned toward him. ‘You don’t have a sense of humour, do you?’
    ‘Would it save time if I told you I wasn’t here to make friends?’
    ‘I’m shocked,’ she replied without batting an eye.
    Tyler fought his nature. Normally he gave as good as he got; with a woman who looked the way she did it would probably involve a heavy dose of flirting. He could lay on the charm when he set his mind to it. But even if he hadn’t been assigned to the position of babysitter his skills were a little rusty. Hadn’t had much call to use them when he was buried in work was the easiest explanation. Hadn’t met anyone he wanted to use them on was another.
    But there was a reason for that.
    When the thought conjured an image of long dark hair and soulful brown eyes it didn’t improve his mood.
    ‘That’s how you got some of the others to turn a blind eye, isn’t it?’
    She raised an elegantly arched brow. ‘What are we talking about now?’
    ‘Your little adventures...’
    ‘What adventures?’
    Tyler cut to the chase. ‘I do my homework. There isn’t anything I don’t know about you.’
    There was a melodic burst of dismissive laughter. ‘I very much doubt that.’
    He summoned the necessary information without missing a beat. ‘Miranda Eleanor Kravitz, twenty-four, born in Manhattan, raised in Vermont, moved back to New York prior to your father becoming mayor when you were seventeen.’
    ‘Sixteen,’ she corrected. ‘Elections are in November.’
    ‘He didn’t take up office until January. Your birthday is December fourteenth. You were seventeen.’ He picked up where he’d left off before she interrupted. ‘You were a straight “A” student in high school, made the honour roll and in the final year took one of the leads in a stage production of Twelfth Night. ’ It was probably where she’d picked up her acting skills. ‘Fluent in Spanish and French, studied English literature at NYU. By the time you left you’d danced on a table in a reality TV show and made headlines twice—once when you were caught drunk partying with the same infamous party girl who—’
    ‘Has my bra size made it to Wikipedia yet?’
    When the old Tyler made a rare appearance his gaze automatically lowered to the scooped neck of her T-shirt. ‘No, but I’m willing to go out on a limb and say you’re a—’
    ‘Eyes north, Detective,’ she warned in a lower voice.
    Irritated he’d stepped over the line again, Tyler snapped his gaze back up. ‘The investigation I did before I got here involved more than Googling your name. I talked to every bodyguard