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showed it to the guard.

      The guard nodded and said, “You’re expected.”

      He then handed her a parking permit tag and waved her on in.

      Riley felt a rush of excitement. It was the first time she’d shown her FBI badge to identify herself, and it had made a difference.

      I’ve actually got a place to park!

      The thrill quickly passed, though, as Riley drove around looking for an empty slot. Memories of yesterday came creeping into her mind.

      After all those weeks of dormitory living, she’d finally gotten to spend two nights and all of Sunday with Ryan. Their first night had been plenty exciting because they’d been apart for so long, but the next day things hadn’t been especially pleasant. Ryan wasn’t at all happy about Riley’s new assignment and the inconvenience it was going to cause.

      Inconvenience!

      Riley scoffed aloud.

      The main inconvenience to Ryan was that Riley was going to need the car for her daily commute, leaving him to use the subway to get to and from work. That had been a blow to his pride. His Ford Mustang was one of the few luxuries of his life, and he loved driving it to work every day. She knew it made him feel more like the big-time lawyer he someday hoped to be.

      Ryan hadn’t complained openly about the transportation thing, but he hadn’t hidden his feelings either. He’d made way too much of a show of magnanimity and self-sacrifice, trying to make it seem like he was going to great lengths and taking great pains to support her in her new career.

      And all on account of this stupid car, she thought, pulling into an empty parking spot and turning off the engine.

      She got out of the vehicle and stood looking at it for a moment. She remembered the first time she’d seen the Mustang. She and Ryan had both been college students going out on their first date. She’d been quite impressed when he’d arrived at her dormitory in this car, and also by his gallantry in getting out and opening the passenger door for her.

      Gazing at the vehicle now, she sighed.

      Those giddy days when she and Ryan were just starting to get to know each other seemed awfully long ago now. The Mustang didn’t impress her anymore, and she wished it didn’t still seem like such a big deal to Ryan.

      And what’s wrong with having to take the subway, anyway?

      She’d taken the subway every day during the summer, when she’d been in the FBI’s Honors Internship Program. It was very efficient, and she’d actually gotten to enjoy riding with the mix of other passengers.

      But then, she wasn’t afflicted with Ryan’s masculine pride.

      She walked on inside the building and presented her credentials at the security gate. The guard looked up her name and told her she was supposed to report straight to Agent Crivaro’s office.

      As Riley took the elevator, she was sure this proved her original hunch—that it had been Agent Crivaro’s idea for her to transfer to Quantico. She couldn’t help but feel proud that he wanted her there. Crivaro wasn’t just a good senior agent, he was nearly legendary in the FBI.

      But what would he want a beginner like her to do on her first day on the job?

      Paperwork, probably, she guessed.

      It seemed like a boring prospect, but she knew her work in the FBI wasn’t going to be all adventure. Although she’d had more than the usual field experience for a rookie, she was still just that—a rookie. Taking things slow seemed like a pretty good idea. It wouldn’t be all adventure, but it wouldn’t be all hazardous either.

      And it might be nice to be working regular hours, at least for a while. A dependable schedule might help ease things between her and Ryan, give them a chance to get used to each other again.

      She exited the elevator and headed down the hall to Crivaro’s office, then knocked on his door. She heard a familiar gruff voice telling her to come on in.

      When she opened the door, Crivaro was standing beside his desk. He was wearing a hat and jacket.

      A go-bag was by his feet.

      He glanced at his watch and said, “It’s about time you got here.”

      Riley looked at her own watch and saw that she wasn’t late at all. In fact, she was somewhat early. But she was too startled to say so.

      “Where’s your go-bag?” Crivaro asked.

      “Um, out in my car,” Riley said.

      Although she didn’t know much about working as a BAU agent, she knew that it was always important to be packed up and ready to go on a moment’s notice. Not that she’d been expecting to use her bag so soon.

      Crivaro asked, “Are you parked in the staff lot?”

      Riley nodded.

      “OK, then,” Crivaro said, slinging his own go-bag over his shoulder. “We’ll pick it up on the way to my car.”

      Crivaro strode right past Riley out the office door. Riley trotted along to keep up with him.

      She stammered, “B-but where are we going?”

      “We’ve got a case in Arizona,” Crivaro said. “We’re taking a commercial flight to Phoenix, so I’ll drive us to the airport.”

      Riley felt dizzy from this sudden development.

      “How long are we going to be in Arizona?” she asked.

      “As long as it takes,” Crivaro said. “I never speculate about such matters.”

      Riley stifled a gasp. This was about the last thing she’d expected to happen today.

      And it certainly threw a wrench into her hopes of settling back down with Ryan.

      “Could you give me just a few minutes before we go?” Riley asked Crivaro. “I’ve got to call my fiancé and let him know.”

      Still walking, Crivaro asked, “Have you got your cell phone?”

      “Yeah,” Riley said, still keeping up with him.

      “Well, you can walk and talk at the same time, can’t you?”

      As Riley and Crivaro continued on down the hall, Riley took out her cell phone and called Ryan.

      When she got him on the line she said, “Ryan, something’s come up. I’m, uh, flying out to Phoenix today. Right now, actually.”

      She could hear Ryan gasp. “You’re what?”

      “Yeah, it’s a surprise to me too,” Riley said as she and Crivaro got into the elevator.

      Ryan was sputtering now.

      “Riley, this is crazy. This is your first day on the job.”

      “I know,” Riley said. “I’m sorry.”

      “How long are you going to be gone?”

      Riley gulped and said, “I, uh—I’ve got no idea.”

      “What do you mean, you’ve got no idea? What are you going to be doing out in Arizona, anyway? Are you even going to be back home in time for Christmas? It’s just a few days off, you know.”

      That’s a good question, Riley thought.

      Instead of trying to answer it, Riley said, “Look, as soon as I find out when I’m coming back, I’ll let you know.”

      “Are you driving out there, or what?” Ryan said.

      “Of course not. We’re taking a commercial flight.”

      “Who’s ‘we’?”

      “Me and Agent Crivaro.”

      Riley and Crivaro got out of the elevator and headed