I Cross My Heart (19 page)

Angie snorted, and not with any grace. “Me and Vail? Yeah, right.”

Paula shrugged. “You know I hate agreeing with Brad, but I see what he's saying.” She tilted her head, glancing at Angie's shoes again. “The right clothes and hair and you two would look as if you'd stepped off the cover of
In Style.
”

Angie chuckled. No one else did. Was it conceivable they were teasing her because they knew about her
thing
for Ryan? No, not possible. She barely glanced at him when he was in the office. Absolutely no one knew. Except for Liz, and Liz didn't count. As her closest friend who also happened to be an FBI agent in the San Diego office, she knew almost everything about Angie. But certainly no one at work had an inkling that Angie might have thought about Ryan in a sexual context. A few times. “Shut up. All of you. As if I'd ever volunteer for an assignment with Vail.”

“You liar,” Paula said, a little louder than was appropriate in the bullpen. “I've seen you check out that ass. Everyone with a pulse has checked out that ass.”

“I've got a pulse,” Brian said. “Trust me. I have never—”

“I meant people who were into that kind of guy.”

“I have,” Sally said, raising her hand without a bit of shame. “And Angie, my dear friend, as cool as you play it, I've seen you blush when he walks by.”

“Probably because Vail had done something to blush about.” Angie was terrified she'd start blushing right this minute. The subject needed to be changed, although it wouldn't hurt to make a definitive statement. “I mean, come on. To sleep in the same bed as him? To act like his wife? Palmer could've offered to pay off my car loan and no way in hell would I have—”

Assistant Director Gordon Palmer walked into the bullpen, and Angie swung her feet off the desk. Everyone else in the room sat up straight, dropping the banter like hot coals. “We have a problem,” he said, as if his demeanor hadn't already tipped them off.

Palmer was a good man, a fair boss and someone who had a knack for assigning the right agents to the right tasks, unlike several A.D.s she could mention. “Agent Foster is being held over in court. Indefinitely. We've been trying to get a postponement, but the judge won't budge.”

Angie's chest tightened as if pressed by a vise. All their work, all the hours they'd spent putting this sting together....This was the final Intimate At Last retreat being held in the United States.

“However,” Palmer said, turning toward Angie with purpose. Had he overheard? Was this part of the joke? No, he wasn't the type. “There is one solution.”

The pressure in her chest got so heavy she could hardly breathe. “Oh, my God.”

“You're up to speed with every aspect of the case,” Palmer said, making it very clear he was completely serious. “You helped build the cover stories. I feel certain that you can pull it off.”

“Wouldn't Paula be a better choice?” she said, her voice tight and her hands gripping her chair as if her life depended on it. “She was just saying...”

Paula shook her head, all business. “I don't know the cover, not like you do.”

Palmer walked to Angie's desk. “I can't order you to do this,” he said, softly now, for her ears only. “And there will be no negative repercussions if you aren't comfortable taking over the assignment. I realize it's a sensitive situation. No one's going to blame you for declining to step in.”

The very thought of sleeping in the same bed as Ryan Vail made her skin tingle, made her want to hide under her desk. For all his colorful reputation, he would be a perfect gentleman, she had no doubt, but that didn't mean she could be a perfect lady. Knowing she'd never be with Ryan in real life had no effect whatsoever on what she did with him in her fantasies. The idea of actually sleeping with him... She felt sick with panic.

Taking her own idiotic issues out of the equation, there were several practical reasons to turn down the assignment. She might have helped with the cover stories, but she couldn't step directly into Jeannie's shoes.

However, she couldn't dismiss the short- and long-term benefits of saying yes. She didn't want to let down the team. And if she'd thought writing the search engine code would get her noticed, agreeing to the undercover work would put her front and center in the Deputy Director's radar.

She weighed the pros and cons: pretending to be Ryan's wife all week versus nailing the job in D.C.

She stood. “We don't have much time. Jeannie and I aren't close to the same size so I'll have to get a new wardrobe. We'll need to put my paperwork and computer cover in place faster than is humanly possible.”

A.D. Palmer shook her hand. “Thank you, Wolf. Or should I say, Mrs. Ebsen.”

ISBN: 9781460313329

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