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everything there is to know about you.”
    She raised her eyebrows and gave him a tight-lipped smile. “Believe that at your own risk.”
    He guided her to the same gray sedan they’d used earlier. The car looked as if it had seen its better days in the last century. It wasn’t a pretty ride like hers, but it had made great time this morning and had beaten her here on the return trip. Hidden power beneath the hood. Like the driver, maybe?
    Marie made a face as he opened the passenger door for her. She stepped away from his touch when he triedto usher her inside. “You really are a Boy Scout, Tyndal. Help little old ladies across the street, too?”
    “Whether they want to go or not,” he said, making her laugh.
    She liked the man in spite of herself. He didn’t like her much, though. Thought she was deceptive, impulsive and too aggressive. She didn’t have to be psychic to get that. She also didn’t need extrasensory perception to know he was physically interested, though he hid it pretty well. She could use that. Sometimes it was the most valuable tool available, but it was risky and she seldom employed it.
    Her touch-me-not attitude was for real, but most men saw it only as a come on. It must intrigue them or something. With Tyndal, that would probably work very well. She needed him on her side, helping her but not coming on to her. That last part bothered her.
    Unless she had misjudged him, he wouldn’t make any sexual demands, because of his ethics. Not that she trusted any man’s ethics very far. There was a price to pay for following through with a calculated flirtation, a very heavy price she was not willing to pay again.
    But fantasies didn’t cost anything, she thought with a sigh. Fantasy was always better than the reality anyway.
    “Pull around to the main drag,” she ordered as he got behind the wheel. “There’s a stationer, where they might sell art supplies. If not, I can make do with plain paper and a pencil. While I shop for that, you can call for somebody to pick up my vehicle and store it.”
    He did precisely as she instructed, which Marie took as a sign that he was prudent. She didn’t, however, mistake it for submission on his part. He still thought he was running this show and she would let him think it. For now.
    She worked best on her own and resented the fact that she needed him. She didn’t like needing anyone for anything. Surviving on her own was a way of life for her. Lonely at times, but that was no excuse for abandoning what worked best. But partnering on this mission was necessary.
     
    Grant cast sideways glances at the sketchbook as he drove. She was damn good. “We have another artist on the team, Renee Alexander. You’ll like her.”
    “Assuming I ever meet her. Is this all she does?”
    “No,” he said. “She’s an agent.”
    “That’s not what I meant. Can she do what you said you could do? You know, psychic stuff?”
    “Some.” He didn’t expound on it, since Marie wasn’t on board with the team yet. He’d probably volunteered more than he ought to already.
    She got the message and didn’t ask anything else about it. Grant liked that she sensed when to drop things without being told.
    Her drawing looked almost finished when he pulled off the autobahn an hour later to fill the gas tank and get some food. She hadn’t eaten a decent meal yet and it was already three o’clock.
    “You must be starved,” he commented. “What would you like?”
    “Fast food. Hamburger,” she muttered, still intent on her drawing.
    “C’mon. That stuff will kill you. Let’s get a schnitzel.”
    “Oh, yeah, like that will keep your arteries clear. Humor me and find some Golden Arches, will you? And a beer. I want beer and a burger.” She rubbed the picture with one finger, smudging in a shadow. “Make that two. Two burgers. One beer, unless you’re driving all the way. Then I’ll have two of each.”
    Grant clicked his tongue, exasperated. “How do you keep that