Page 9 of Bounty Hunter's Match

“No combat discussions.”

“The traditional marking ceremonies?”

“Classified.”

“The famous passion fruit incident at the Embassy ball?”

His ears twitched. “How do you know about that?”

The twins exchanged triumphant grins. “So it’s true!”

I bit back a laugh as Barek realized his mistake. The twins were experts at getting people to confirm rumors just by denying them.

“Moving on,” he growled. “Basic traditions only. Nothing classified.”

“Of course!” Risa’s innocent expression fooled no one. “Let’s start with something simple. Is it true that Vinduthi warriors express interest through prolonged eye contact and subtle positioning?”

“That’s...” Barek shifted slightly. “Technically not classified.”

“Fascinating!” Rina made notes. “And does maintaining optimal protective distance while staying within line of sight indicate-”

“Security protocols,” he said firmly. “Nothing more.”

“Interesting choice of words,” Risa mused. “‘Nothing more’ implies there could be more, but-”

“Next question.”

“Fine.” Rina consulted her notes. “The traditional hand-pressing gesture. Is it true that-”

“That’s covered in chapter three,” I couldn’t resist adding.

Barek’s glare promised revenge, but the twins were already pouncing on that slip.

“Chapter three?” Risa bounced in her chair. “You mean the dating guides? You’ve been studying-”

“Research,” he gritted out.

“Very professional,” I agreed solemnly. “Purely for security reasons.”

“Bishop.” His growl held a warning note that absolutely did not make my pulse jump. “You’re not helping.”

“I’m always helpful. It’s a professional requirement.” I turned to the twins. “Speaking of which, didn’t you have questions about traditional Vinduthi gift-giving customs?”

“That’s it.” Barek stood, his impressive height casting shadows over the recording setup. “Interview over.”

“But we haven’t even gotten to the good parts!” Risa protested.

“Like the passion fruit incident?” Rina added hopefully.

“No.” He started toward the door, then paused. “Though that’s not technically how it happened.”

The twins perked up. “Oh?”

“The Ambassador’s daughter was allergic to the synthetic compounds. The diplomatic incident was purely coincidental.”

“And the ritual combat challenge?”

“Was actually a misunderstanding about proper table etiquette.” His lips twitched. “But that’s classified.”

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