She hadn’t had time to search for a new apartment, since she wasn’t sure how long she’d be with the Deep Ops unit.

The place smelled like Raider. Clean and musky with a hint of something spicy. A guitar leaned against the far wall, near a window that looked out at more apartment buildings. “You play the guitar?” she asked, turning to view the agent. He was full of surprises, wasn’t he? Just how good was he with that incredible voice?

“Yes.” He pulled his gun out of his waistband and set it on the counter, then took his cell phone and speed dialed. “What kind of pizza do you like?”

She shrugged. “Anything without anchovies that isn’t too spicy.”

“Ham and pineapple?” he asked, his gaze raking her.

She turned away. She had to. “Sure.” There wasn’t another personal touch in the living room other than the guitar, and she itched to check out his bedroom. Would there be more clues about him there? Somehow, she doubted it. Straightening her shoulders, she set the folders on the counter next to his gun. “One of these is the cover that Force and Nari came up with. We both need to memorize it as well as our history together.” She rubbed her eyes.

He finished ordering the food. “I’m sorry you have to lie to your father.”

Yeah, that was bugging her. She hadn’t seen him forever, and lying to her father now didn’t feel right. But she had to clear his name. She was confident of his innocence. How could she not know the man who’d raised her? “Force is wrong about him.”

“Maybe, but Force is rarely wrong.” Raider brushed her long hair off her shoulder.

She jerked.

He grinned. “We’re gonna have to work on that if we’re going to convince anybody we’re lovers.”

“Lovers?” she snorted, ignoring the instant tingling through her skin. “You are such a dork.”

“Maybe.” He brushed her hair from her other shoulder, and this time she didn’t react. “Better,” he murmured, his gaze heating. “Are you ready to turn me from a dork into a bad boy?”

She lifted her chin to meet his gaze more directly. “It’s hard to turn you into anything when I don’t really know the true you.” Apparently, he was a master at remaining anonymous. Yet, so was she.

“Meaning?” he asked.

She glanced at the guitar. “Well, in the last couple of days, I’ve learned that you grew up in foster care, play a guitar, and were already investigating the Irish mob before taking this job with Angus Force.” Yeah, she wasn’t stupid. “Were you after my father all along?”

“After him, no. Aware of him, yes.” Raider slid his hand into his dark jeans. “I can’t help it if people look at me and make assumptions.”