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    He’d been right about the man in her past, but the last thing she was going to tell him was how he’d almost killed her. Eddie rubbed her knee absently as she tried to block the nightmares she’d been having ever since. Those nightmares were her memories, the past she kept trying to escape. Nothing helped, and they still haunted her every waking second.
    The rain pounded down as she stood at the back door, watching it until the clock closed in on six a.m. Shane and the three other agents would be starving for breakfast soon, so she set about whipping up some scrambled eggs and sausage, her thoughts straying from the kitchen to the man two floors above her. Something was definitely different about this man, but Eddie didn’t plan on finding out what. She couldn’t risk this mission, no matter what emotions were involved.
    Beau was trying extremely hard to get Naomi out of his head, but it wasn’t working. After pacing the bedroom with the leaky ceiling, trying to figure out how best to fix it, he decided he would start on the roof, replace those tiles or position and affix them better, then come in here and put new plaster up. His hope was the work would distract him from those cold, green eyes that glared at him this morning.
    Deciding the best place to look for tools would be the garage, he headed in that direction, glad to see the rain appeared to have stopped for now, though dark clouds waited on the horizon, threatening to move in. Inside the garage, he found not only what he needed but an unmarked black Hummer as well. It wasn’t too strange a sight, considering the men protecting the house, but the vehicle gave him pause. He glanced back at the garage door to be sure he was alone and opened the door.
    The back was filled with duffels of ammo and several grenades packed securely in a case. Two emergency radios and phones along with knives, gear, and maps were also there. He put everything back the way it was when he found it and moved to the front seats. A briefcase lay on the floor, and he popped it open and found a stack of files.
    Why are these out here?
    Perhaps he shouldn’t go through them, but he was in charge of protecting Naomi. If files were being withheld from him, he needed to know what they contained. When he checked the first few, he realized they were some of the same files he’d seen before on possible targets. In the back were the names of agents currently on the case. Most of them he’d met on his first day here… All of them except one.
    “Eddie Sage? Who the hell is this guy?”
    He tucked the name away for the future and put the files back where he found them. He was supposed to know every man on the team, but this Sage guy had either purposely avoided meeting him or Beau’d missed him.
    He returned to his search for tools, and when he couldn’t find a ladder, decided the exercise would be a good distraction. Scaling the old house wasn’t as hard as he’d thought—definitely easier than scaling some of the mountains he’d climbed in the past for other missions while stuck in the middle of some jungle or other. From the three-story roof, Beau took in the perfect view of the entire front- and backyards and could see a good distance past the stone wall. He could also see Shane with the three other agents coming back from the front gate, deep in conversation. Shane looked up and saw Beau. He shook his head and waved at him, laughing.
    Beau set down the few tools he’d carried up with him and began to fix the tiles on the roof, fitting them back together so they wouldn’t leak. He’d only been working for a few minutes when he heard someone yelling his name from below. Carefully, he walked to the edge of the roof to find Naomi staring up at him, one hand gripping her cane, the other shielding her eyes from the glare of the sun.
    “What the hell do you think you’re doing up there, you bloody idiot?” she called.
    Beau barely heard her because he was too occupied with