“Bad boy who liked to shoplift,” she admitted. “Never had good taste in men, but that’s the point here, right? You’re going to pretend to be a criminal.” Her light eyebrows slanted down as she looked him over. “Even with the leather jacket, I don’t see it. My dad will know you’re a Fed. Or at least not a bad guy.”

“I can become almost anybody,” he admitted, adding a Scottish accent. “It’s training plus a decent gift. Probably from a crappy childhood.” This time he threw in a Japanese accent that felt as right as his Southern one. “Any other questions?”

“Favorite sexual position,” she threw out, challenge lifting her chin.

Damn, she was cute. If she thought to embarrass him, she’d read him wrong. “Helm of the Bobsled,” he drawled. “Behind you, over a table, my fist in your hair. Right where I’d want you.” He met her gaze, more than a little amused when that pink flush turned a lovely rose.

“Aren’t you unflappable?” she forced out.

Yeah. That was him. He’d learned the skill at way too young an age. Yet his jeans had just become uncomfortably tight. “What about you? Slow and soft or fast and hard?”

She tilted her head, and her tongue flicked out to wet her lips in a nervous action.

He bit back a groan and tried to shift his weight in his jeans.

“I guess both?” She jumped as the waitress plunked down two ice waters. They ordered dinner, and Brigid took a couple of sips from the sweating glass. “I’ve never been a good liar. My dad will see through me.”

Raider twirled his glass. “Then I guess we start to date for real. We’re attracted to each other, and if we didn’t work together, I can see us hooking up.”

She blinked. “You’re a government drone, and I’m a convicted hacker. We wouldn’t have hooked up in a million years. Not even for a one-night stand, which I’ve never had, by the way.”

“Opposites attract,” he returned, leaning toward her. “Listen. Here’s the deal. The best undercover identities are built on as much truth as possible. The only real lie we have to tell is about my profession, and truth be told, half the time I’ve worked with undercover teams, which means we lie all the time. Which is okay in the professional world.” Not in the personal one, though. Loyalty was all he had.

She lifted her gaze. “I hear a line drawn there.”