close enough for him to catch the light scent of her perfume, her head at a slight tilt, an amused look in her eyes.
He had a hard time recalling his friends.
“Ray Armstrong.” Ray came around the table and took her hand, held it longer than necessary.
Keith deftly pushed Ray out of the way. “Keith Gunn.”
She shook his hand, too, then Mo’s and Ryder’s as they came up to introduce themselves. Then she turned to Jamie. “You must be Jamie Cassidy, then.”
Jamie stood with a bigger smile than Shep ever remembered seeing on him, and walked over to her, then enveloped her in a hug that made Ray and Keith look decidedly unhappy.
“We’re family,” he said when he pulled back. “I’m glad they found you. Now maybe Mitch will learn to relax a little.” He grinned. “What are the chances?”
She stood a little stiffly, as if not entirely sure of the hearty welcome. But she said, “From what I’ve seen of him, very little.”
Jamie grinned, then shot a watch yourself look at Shep, who wished he knew where the button was to project him into an alternate universe.
Ryder and Mo looked rather protective of her, too. They both had tremendous respect for Mitch Mendoza. Both would have laid down their lives for him. Or his little sister, from the looks of it. Ray and Keith, all googly-eyed, were obviously in lust with her and didn’t care who knew it.
Shep swallowed in disgust. Less than five minutes had passed since she’d walked through the door. The disciplined, battle-hardened team of six of the best commandos in the country stood in shambles.
That was Lilly Tanner.
He drew a slow breath, careful not to inhale too much of her perfume that wreaked havoc with his senses. He was a well-trained undercover operative. He could and would figure out how to stay away from her.
He stepped back, ready to leave the insanity behind, but her voice stopped him.
“While we’re all together here, I do have some information to share.” She paused, as if to make sure she had everyone’s attention but of course she did and then some. “We have confirmed intelligence that on October first, terrorists and their chemical weapons will be smuggled across this section of the border.”
“We know that,” Shep told her.
She went on. “This team is not large enough to monitor a hundred miles.”
Ryder nodded. “But a larger force would be noticed. Then the transfer would just be delayed or moved to another location.” They’d been through this many times in the past weeks.
She held up a slim hand. “A small undercover team catching the terrorists would have been the best option,” she agreed. “However, orders have been given for the National Guard to seal the area in question. They’ll be arriving on the thirtieth. If you can’t show results by then, we do need to be ready with plan B.”
Ryder’s face darkened. “It’s been decided and approved?”
She nodded. “This morning.”
“How long will they stay?”
“An indeterminate period.”
“But an incomplete and temporary deployment?”
“Yes.”
Shep watched her. “The terrorists will just wait them out. Or find another spot.” Ryder had just said that, but it seemed she hadn’t heard him.
She pulled her shoulders even straighter. “There’s no guaranteed perfect solution.”
Her not meddling in his team’s business would have been perfect, Shep thought as Ryder asked, “And if we can pin down the exact transfer location within the next couple of days? In time to set up an ambush.”
“Capture is preferable to deterrence. If you obtain an exact location, your team will be allowed to go ahead as planned with the apprehension on the first.”
The phone rang out in the office area. Shep, already near the door, went to answer it, needing some space.
Jamie and Mo followed him. They were heading out to the border for their shift, so they went to their desks for their backup weapons and started loading up.
They had the date, but the tangos could change their minds. And catching even a regular smuggler could always turn into gold, if the guy could lead them to the Coyote.
As Shep picked up the phone, the others came out of the break room, too. He turned his back to them to focus on the call.
“Hey, I got those prints for you,” Doug at the lab said on the other end. “They belong to one Jimmy Fishburn. Petty criminal.” He rattled off the address.
Shep entered it into his cell phone GPS before turning back to the others.
Jamie and Mo were already gone. Ryder was heading into his office with Lilly. He glanced back from the doorway. “Anything important?”
“We got an ID on the fingerprints.”
They’d been supposed to catch the Coyote when he came up to the U.S. for a medical procedure two days earlier. Instead, they’d chased and shot a stand-in. The driver had escaped, but they’d gotten his car and prints.
They’d never even laid eyes on the Coyote. The crime boss was pretty good at the game he played. Too bad. Because if they had him, he could give them the exact location for the terrorists’ trip across the river. He’d know. He’d set up the transfer.
“You need someone to go with you?” Ryder asked.
Shep shook his head. He wanted to be alone to regain his composure a little, and so he could swear loudly and at length on the way. “According to the lab, he’s a small-time crook. I can handle it.”
But Lilly flashed him a dazzling smile. “I can meet with Ryder later. I’ll go with you. We can catch up on the way.”
Just what he’d been hoping for. Not really.
If he’d learned one thing in the past couple of years, it was that you always played to your strengths. You figured out what your strengths were, built on them, made them even better and used them. You didn’t go into your weak territory. Your weak territory was where bad things happened.
Women were his weak territory. Especially Lilly.
He opened his mouth to protest, then caught another look of warning from Jamie. She was his sister-in-law. Okay, that added another layer of trickiness to all this.
It wasn’t as if he couldn’t handle her. He could.
So he forced his lips into something he hoped might resemble a cool, unaffected smile. “Can’t wait.”
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LILLY SAT IN the passenger seat of Shep’s super-rigged SUV and tried to suck in her stomach while
