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shower. I’m not in the mood to play, so why don’t you just tell me what the bosses want and why they felt the need to send a personal messenger?”
    Collin sighed before he slid off the hood of his truck. Things could be going better, but they weren’t going as bad as he’d feared. Of course now they might take a dive for the worse. There wasn’t any getting around it, and when Jack got impatient, it was best not to try.
    “Are you asking about your bosses or mine?”
    That brought the scowl back to Jack’s features. “Are they different?”
    “As of about three months ago.” Collin gave Jack a moment to digest that bit of information. That was more than Jack needed to start cussing.
    “You dipshit, what the fuck did you do? Have a midlife crisis? Dumped your wife and quit your job so you could go do what? Oh, crap,” Jack spat in utter disgust. “Don’t tell me you work for Amos now?”
    “‘Work for’ would be a loose interpretation at this moment.”
    “Don’t bullshit me, Collin. Amos sent you down here, didn’t he? You’re here to sit on me, aren’t you?”
    “That’s what I always liked about you, Jack. You’re a smart man”—Collin paused to cast a glance at the tailgate—“except maybe when it comes to women.”
    Maybe he’d taunted Jack one too many times, because the air went cold around Collin as Jack stiffened up. “And Cecelia? Wasn’t she your moment of brilliance?”
    “Apparently not.” Collin offered Jack another shrug, hiding his pain and guilt beneath that dismissive gesture.
    “And that’s all you have to say?”
    “No.” Collin lifted his gaze to confront Jack with his own brutal accusation. “I might have gotten rolled over by a six-foot Brazilian goddess, but you, on the other hand, got played by a pint-size librarian.”
    “She didn’t play me,” Jack corrected. “I just…drank a little too much.”
    “Now who’s spreading manure?” Collin wouldn’t let Jack duck out of this one with such a lame excuse. “Like I don’t know you can drink a whole fifth of whiskey and not get that drunk? Face it, the woman slipped you a mickey. That makes you—played.”
    “She did not slip me anything,” Jack snapped. “It was just…”
    “Just?”
    “Rum.”
    “Rum?”
    “I drink whiskey.” Jack stated what Collin knew to be fact. “Sometimes it’s scotch. Maybe, occasionally, I take shot of vodka or tequila, but never, ever rum.”
    “And never, ever again, right?” Collin smirked.
    “Go on and laugh it up, funny boy,” Jack jeered, showing Collin a cold shoulder. “I got work to do.”
    “Yeah?” Collin didn’t budge, not about to go chasing after Jack. Instead, he just hollered after him. “And does that include calling in to let headquarters know you just fucked your prime subject’s close friend?”
    “I did not have sex with that woman!”
    “Really?” Lifting a brow, Collin cocked his head as he pinned Jack with a pointed look. “So she doesn’t have a blue dress hidden somewhere that’s going to be your undoing, does she?”
    Collin tensed as Jack’s fingers curled into large fists. He didn’t want to have to go toe-to-toe with his old buddy, mostly because he wasn’t sure if he’d win. There had been some truth to Collin’s comment about fat asses. While he might not actually have one, he wasn’t in the kind of shape Jack was in either. Thankfully, though, Jack managed to hold his temper. Instead he confronted Collin with nothing more than a harsh whisper.
    “You going to out me?”
    “I don’t report to them anymore, but Amos…” Collin paused to consider where his loyalties lay. It was a question that had bothered him since Amos had approached him. Right then there was only one answer that would be useful.
    “Amos might be developing some objections about continuing to play along with the government’s deception.” Collin didn’t back down from Jack’s intimidating heft, but held firm as his old friend tried to