Julie James

“Chicago, huh?” John winked and leaned in closer. “We should team up, Harlow. I say we take down the three trainees from New York first.”

“Because I don’t like the way he looks at you!”

“Give it time.” He grinned cheekily. “That joke’s going to seem a lot funnier tomorrow.”

“I still don’t like the way he looks at you, though.”

“So you’re saying the ball’s in my court.”

He bent his head, stopping just before his mouth touched hers. “The ball has always been in your court, Jessica,” he said huskily. “From the first moment I walked up to you at the Academy.”

“Why weren’t we doing this six years ago?” she breathed.

“Because you didn’t like me six years ago.”

Well. That.

The target is Patrick Blair, mayor of Jacksonville, Florida,”

“You know the Tom and Jerry cartoon where Tom hasn’t eaten for days and he imagines Jerry looking like a ham? Kind of like that.”

“ABSOLUTELY NOT.”