In the FBI's Dallas office, Ben sat at his desk, trying not to stare at the captivating woman sitting mere feet from him who was acting like he didn't exist.
Man, she sure can hold a grudge, he thought bitterly.
Annie had given no quarter since his major gaffe in front of his friend. She'd kept every interaction between them strictly professional and deflected all of Ben's attempts to talk to her outside of working hours.
His desk phone rang, and he pounced on it, supremely grateful for the distraction.
"Hey, buddy," he heard Brody say. "Got some news for you."
"Hi, Brody," he replied, then stiffened and frowned when he noticed Annie lift her head to look his way. "What's up?"
"I finally had a chance to talk to my informant," came the reply. "The guy that was chasing after Mouse's gi
