The Past

Federal Bureau of Investigation

Quantico, Virginia

“I HEAR PACKER GAVE you the Duncan case.” Jenny Rudler smiled as she stopped by Joe’s desk. “I was hoping to get it. There’s been a lot of media attention since the kid was taken. I could use a high-profile case. It would help me break through the glass ceiling. But, no, the fair-haired boy was the chosen one.”

“Does the FBI have a glass ceiling?”

“You’re damn right it does.” She perched on the corner of his desk. “Why not tell Packer you need a partner?”

And Jenny would be stepping all over him trying to break that ceiling. He didn’t need that. “Maybe next time.”

Her smile faded. “Bastard. Damn, you’re cocky. You have it all, don’t you? Rich kid, Harvard grad, hero in the SEALs. Then you decide you want to be an FBI agent. So everyone is supposed to bow down and give you anything you want.”

He held on to his temper. “That’s right. But I’ll make an exception in your case. I’ll settle for you just staying out of my way. I worked for everything I’ve gotten here at the Bureau. Back off, Jenny.”

She hesitated, and suddenly the belligerence was gone. “I’m sorry. You’re right.” Her smile was dazzling. “I was really upset. It seems as if I’m not getting anywhere, and I’m frustrated as hell. Forgive me?”

He shrugged.

“No, I mean it. Let me make it up to you. When do you leave for Atlanta?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Then come over tonight, and we’ll have a few drinks.”

Which meant that they’d end up in bed as they had a few times before. For a moment, he was tempted. She wasn’t bad in bed, and he required sex often and varied.

“You were real good,” Jenny murmured. “Maybe the best. We had a good time, didn’t we?”