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would.
    It did.
    With a dart of sheer feline satisfaction, Maggie saw his blue eyes narrow sharply as they swept up from the tip of her silver-blond head to the toe of her thousand-dollar-a-pair ostrich boots, lingering for long, heart-stopping moments on parts in between. When his gaze worked its way back to her face, it held a combination of blatant masculine appreciation and an almost reluctant approval.
    Feeling unaccountably pleased with herself, Maggie sauntered into his spacious office and took her favorite perch, on the corner of the huge conference table.
    The two men who waited while she made herself comfortable couldn’t have been more different. Tall, dark, and leanly handsome, Adam exuded an aura of unshakable authority and sophistication that only a moneyed background and a Harvard education could produce. Most Washington insiders thought he’d been appointed to the juicy sinecure of special envoy because of his hefty campaign contributions and first-name familiarity with the man who now occupied the Oval Office. Few knew that, in addition to his largely ceremonial duties as special envoy, Adam Ridgeway also directed a dozen or so highly trained OMEGA agents.
    The operative who stood beside him was one of the most skilled in the agency, although few would have guessed it to look at him. If Maggie had been forced to come up with one word to describe David Jensen, it would have been solid. Brown-haired, broad-shouldered and square-jawed, he had honed his muscular body to tempered steel through rigorous self-discipline and regular exercise. He moved, spoke and thought with the precision of an engineer, which he was. His code name, Einstein, referred to his reputation in his civilian life as a world-renowned expert in electronics, although the OMEGA agents had shortened that to Doc.
    Doc had been recruited into OMEGA from the navy, where he’d been their foremost demolition expert. He’d pulled a number of combat tours, and could detonate explosives underwater, on land or in the air. Maggie sincerely hoped he wouldn’t have to use his expertise on this particular mission.
    His smoky gray blue eyes now looked her up and down with careful precision. Maggie hid a smile, knowing that Doc was cataloging her appearance in minute detail and filing it away for future reference. When they met again in Cannes tomorrow afternoon, he would know if she’d altered so much as…
    Well, there wasn’t much she could alter about the two pieces of clothing she wore.
    â€œNice,” he told her with an approving smile.
    â€œHow nice?”
    Doc’s brows rose at the husky, sensual purr. “Very nice. Did you pick that accent up from Meredith Ames?”
    Maggie nodded. With her extensive training in linguistics, duplicating Meredith’s distinctive southern-California accent had been a piece of cake.
    â€œMiss Ames was very cooperative,” she confirmed. “In fact, she was so frightened, she spilled her guts—literally and figuratively—as soon as I got her alone. You must have scared her half to death at the airport.”
    â€œI had her under surveillance from the time she left L.A.,” Doc said with a small frown. “She was scared before I approached her.”
    â€œWith good reason,” Adam put in dryly. “She faces espionage charges for trying to smuggle technology that’s still highly classified. What’s more, the last courier suspected of carrying information like this was found dead in a Cannes hotel room, of a supposedly accidental drug overdose.”
    Maggie tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, taking in Adam’s cool air. Although he rarely displayed any emotion, she knew that even the unshakable Adam Ridgeway had to have his breaking point. One of these days, she sincerely hoped, she’d find it.
    â€œSupposedly?” she asked, watching his face as he tapped a gold fountain pen against his desk blotter.
    â€œSupposedly.