Her sister ignored it and took a swig of iced tea.

If Grace kept this up, she might have to supply her own high-end beverage on future visits.

“The fact that he came by is . . . interesting.” Cate appraised her.

Eve tried not to squirm. “I’m glad he did, given the call I got at the end of the program.”

“But that wasn’t the motive for his visit.” Cate swirled the soda in her can. “I wonder what prompted it?”

Instead of replying, Eve slid a forkful of food into her mouth.

“I can guess.” Grace finished her dinner and broke open her fortune cookie.

“I can too.” Cate tapped the edge of her plate with her fork.

Drat.

Her sisters were way too intuitive.

When she remained silent, the corners of Cate’s mouth twitched. “Your reticence is telling. But I’d be happy to give you a bit of intel on Brent Lange. Assuming you’re curious about him, that is.”

Her control-freak sister was going to make her admit she wanted to know more about the man.

Fine.

She was hosed anyway. Grace and Cate had already figured out she was attracted to him.

Not that she intended to admit that.

“I wouldn’t mind some background.” She tried for a conversational tone. “He ran plenty on me, and turnabout seems fair play.”

“Nice try.” Cate set her fork down, her expression smug. “To cut to the chase, I haven’t run into him much. He’s been in patrol most of his career. But I asked my handler to do a little digging after he told me Brent was on your case. The report is all positive. He’s well-respected in the ranks, a total pro, honest, brave, and has absolute integrity. And since I know you’re dying to ask but won’t—he’s never been married and, as far as I can tell, doesn’t have a steady girlfriend.”

Hallelujah!

But Eve did her best to mask that reaction. Just because the man was available and his behavior suggested he could have more than a professional interest in her didn’t mean she—or her sisters—were reading him correctly.

She was not going to get carried away with adolescent romantic fantasies about a man she hadn’t known a week ago.

“He sounds like a keeper.” Grace bit into her fortune cookie.

“That’s the word on the street.” Cate checked her watch, polished off the remains of her dinner, and broke open her own cookie. “I have to run.”

“Are you certain it’s safe for you to be here?” Eve moved her plate aside. “I mean, I’m touched you went to all this effort to come by, but I thought you said you were incommunicado until this assignment was over?”

“I am—but I wanted to see you. You know me . . . the control freak.” She aimed a wink at both of her sisters.