Mack snatched up the frying pan lying beside the sofa. “I suppose you thought you were going to bean the entire team with this.”

A low rumble of laughter swept through the room. Jaimie smirked at them.

“Laugh all you want, hotshots. If I’d been your enemy, you would be dead or wounded right now.”

“She has a point.” Mack’s glittering eyes swept the room. “We’re lucky this isn’t the place.”

Kane watched Mack watching Jaimie. It looked like trouble to him, but then, it always had been trouble when the two of them had been in close proximity. Combustible. Like a match to dynamite. He found himself grinning. “Did you provide the anonymous information?”

“Not a chance,” Jaimie denied staunchly. “I’m sort of doing my own thing here and wouldn’t call attention to myself. Nor do I want an angry neighbor torching the place with me in it if I set the hounds on them.”

“Why all the security?” Paul demanded, unconvinced. “And what’s with all the electronic equipment?”

“I’m a spy for Russia,” Jaimie snapped. “Where’s your search warrant? This is still the United States, whether you have an invisible badge or not.”

“He’s new, Jaimie,” Kane said softly. “Cut him some slack.”

“He’s a hothead.” Her hands were still trembling. Jaimie felt her stomach lurch uncomfortably. “And he’ll get one of you killed.” She pressed one hand to her midsection hard.

“Take them out of here,” Mack ordered Kane, frowning at her action.

“You can go down to the first floor. There’s heat, but little else,” Jaimie said.

“I wouldn’t mind looking at your equipment on the second floor,” Javier said.

“Looks like a sweet setup.”

“I’ll just bet you’d like a look. It’s my new business, Javier.” She flashed him a smile. “And I’m not letting you anywhere near those computers. I don’t need the competition.”