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business. I know everything about you.”
    “How did you miss my proficiency in reading Arabic, then?”
    She expected him to tense up again, but he just shook his head. “Now you know why my job is so stressful.”
    She laughed, but planned her next move. If he wanted in her panties, he needed to share. “It’s not fair, you know. I know nothing about you.”
    Now came the guarded look. “That’s not true. Jake has a big mouth. I’m sure he has shared quite a bit.”
    “I don’t think the chronicles of your sex-capades qualifies as information.” She cocked her head at him. “I don’t sleep with strangers,” she reminded softly.
    He mulled it over, and then nodded. “Okay, so I’ll share a bit. I was an Army brat, raised by my aunt and uncle. I went into the military, got injured, and ended up working for the government.”
    “The abridged version.”
    “Yes.”
    “Not enough.”
    He thought for a moment, a smile quirking at the corner of his lips. “I missed being valedictorian in high school by two points.”
    That shocked her, not because she thought him stupid. More because she thought he would win at any cost. “Your ego must have taken that hard.”
    He gave her a slow, calculating grin, more of a warning, reminding her that the devil was smart. “I hate speeches. With a passion.”
    And cunning, if he chose to give something like that up. “I guess it didn’t hurt that much, then.”
    “Nope. Second was where I chose to be.” He smiled again, one that told her he also chose to be in her panties.
    He glanced at the timer on the microwave. “Would you mind if I changed?”
    “The suit is part of your appeal, though.”
    “I’ll try hard to work sexy into a pair of jeans.” He smiled and stalked off. That was the only way she could describe how he moved, stalking. Even his movements were graceful, fluid, in a way all masculine and so sexy. She watched his tight ass as he left and then slid off the stool to snoop.
    The kitchen was a chef’s wet dream. Gas stove, two ovens, marble countertops, a cluster of pots hanging over the center workstation. Spotless and efficient—words that she could use to describe Chase himself.
    She peeked into the next room—living room of sorts—and went in. It was dimly lit but masculine, all leather and wood, with earthy tones. Huge plasma TV on the wall, an assortment of DVR players, two different video game boxes underneath, all neatly arranged. There weren’t any pictures, not much that was personal except for a stack of movies on the coffee table. She bent to look at them.
    “If you eat all your dinner, you can watch a movie tonight,” he said from the doorway.
    She jumped, startled, but felt foolish for not expecting him. Of course he’d creep up on her. He was a spy.
    He’d changed into jeans and a dark blue T-shirt, looking casually devastating. All lean muscle in all the right places. He gestured to the stack in her hand. “Have you seen any of those?”
    She pulled one from the stack. “This one, with Jake.”
    A flicker of emotion crossed the usual mask. “What else have you done with Jake?”
    “Not anything I’m going to do with you. You know that.” She set the movies back down. “Jake is my friend. I’m sure you know this is a pretty lonely business. One has to keep all the friends they can.”
    Chase looked like he wanted to say something, his mouth open slightly, an unreadable expression on his face. Then he glanced out into the kitchen and back at her. “Maybe you and I could be friends someday. When this weekend is over.” He turned to the kitchen. “Dinner is ready.”
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    “This is so good.” Kate couldn’t help but heap the praise on Chase as she finished her meal. The man was a genius in the kitchen. Even while living with a professional chef and other staff as Emma, she’d never had anything this delicious. “What is it?”
    “Coq au vin. Chicken with mushrooms and a wine sauce.”
    “Do you do this every