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he was also the newest, so he’d been subjected to this kind of razzing for nearly a year. It was hard to overcome his status as a rookie with a team this tight. “Give it a rest,” he muttered.
    The woman’s face went red. “Me? Give it a rest? I—”
    “No, not you,” Tyler said. He turned his head and pointed to the receiver in his ear. “Party line.”
    “Okay, then let me speak to your supervisor.”
    He reached for the doorknob. “Sorry. No time.”
    “Right, just like a man.” She grasped his arm. “You’ve got enough time to screw up my life but then you waltz out without footing the bill. Not this time, buster. I want to see a badge right now or I’m phoning the Rocaman police.”
    This was more than bravado. There was genuine anger here. She hadn’t known him long enough to dislike him this much, so she must be thinking of someone else. He looked at her hand. She wore no jewelry, yet there was a band of pale skin at the base of her ring finger. Was it from a wedding band? Had she come to Rocama to celebrate her divorce? Or to cheat on her husband? Whatever her story, her touch on his skin felt good. Almost as good as when her breast had rubbed over that spot…
    Yet again, he jerked his attention back to business. He sorted through what she’d said. “You called him the milkman.”
    “What?”
    “The man I was chasing.”
    “So what if I did?”
    “Why?”
    “He reminded me of someone.”
    Tyler let go of the doorknob and put his hand over hers. “Then you got a good look at him?”
    “He was hard to ignore.” She moved her jaw from side to side. “I got a good, close-up look at his fist, too.”
    “Would you recognize him if you saw him again?”
    She nodded. “I never forget a face.”
    “Hold it, junior,” Jack said. “If she can identify El Gato…”
    Tyler had already turned and was leading her back across the room. “I’m way ahead of you, Doc.”
    Halfway there, she yanked free. “Look, cowboy, it’s bad enough that you’re carrying on a conversation with people who aren’t here instead of answering my questions. If you need me to testify or something, that’s fine, as long as it doesn’t cut into my vacation. But that doesn’t mean you can haul me around like a sack of last year’s potatoes.”
    “Sorry, ma’am. I’m in a hurry.” He picked up her suitcase and emptied it on the bed.
    “What are you doing?” she demanded.
    “Finding you some clothes.” He pushed aside a pile of silk and lace. Hadn’t she packed anything besides underwear? From the looks of her wardrobe, she’d been planning to spend most of her stay in Rocama in her hotel room.
    But he couldn’t allow himself to be curious about her any more than he could acknowledge the warmth he still felt on his arm from her touch. He spotted what looked like a dress, or at least something with more fabric than the rest of her garments. Unfortunately, it had a neat, round, thirty-caliber hole in the bottom. He tossed it to her anyway. “This is a matter of national security, ma’am. You’re going to have to come with me.”

Chapter 2
    T yler Matheson wasn’t a cop. He was a soldier. Emily decided to believe that much of his story, since the man who claimed to be his commanding officer was wearing what had to be a genuine army uniform. An impressive array of ribbons and medals decorated Major Mitchell Redinger’s chest, and the shine on his shoes would put a mirror to shame.
    Yet even if the major had been in blue jeans and a golf shirt like Sergeant Matheson, he couldn’t have been mistaken for anything else. His dark hair was cut military-short, he kept his back and shoulders military-straight and he radiated the quiet confidence of a natural leader. In fact, with his granite jaw and the distinguished touch of silver at his temples, he was so army that he could have posed for a recruiting poster.
    Fine. Good. Emily could accept that they were American soldiers, but the rest was more difficult to