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overdose. I won’t let that happen to John.
    “I’ll need the nullifier by Friday morning. Have a safe house ready by that evening if you can. If not, the latest is Saturday.” Lindsey slowed down to a walk as they neared the parking lot. “The Man Cave Club is only really busy on those two nights and that’s the only way I can sneak him out.”
    Courtney nodded as she grabbed her ankle behind her thigh. “When I got what you need I’ll text you and bring the nullifier to the regular place. What’s your exit strategy?”
    “Drunk couple headed home for sex.” Lindsey shrugged. “I don’t expect him to be steady on his feet and if we come out through the club, we’ll blend in with the other partiers.”
    “What about cameras and bouncers?”
    “We can duck the cameras and the bouncers will see what they expect.” Lindsey stretched out her quads as she scanned the parking lot for anyone who might be close enough to listen. “Just make sure there’s a safe house. We’ll both need a place to lay low for a few days.”
    “Will do.”
    “And Court?”
    Her handler met her gaze. “This is the last one of these. I really can’t do this anymore. I’m serious.”
    Courtney nodded. “All right, Jenna. I’ll put in the paperwork if you’re sure.”
    “I’m sure.” Lindsey had reached saturation and John represented the final straw in this risky game. “So I’ll see you back here on Friday morning?”
    “No, I can’t. Jeremy’s got a camping trip with Scouts. Let’s meet for coffee instead. My treat.” Jeremy was the name of Courtney’s cover son and it gave them an excuse to change their meeting location. “Say nine at the Blue Bean?”
    “Yes, I think I can be there. Thanks for the run.”
    Courtney waved and climbed into her car. Lindsey returned to her stretches and closed her eyes. She’d get out of this false life come hell or high water. She’d save her sexy sailor and win her freedom.
    In the meantime, she had to pretend to be Jenna Black, wealthy widow and psychotic bitch. Though I don’t hold a candle to LeBeau. Lindsey did a few more stretches to alleviate the surging anger and unlocked her car. She needed to stop at the cleaners on the way back to her suite and she might as well check on her purchase. She’d be damned before she allowed anyone else to touch John.
    Lindsey climbed into the driver’s seat of her car with the door open to release the heat of the early summer morning. The cleaners wouldn’t be open this early so she had time to run back to her suite and check on John. An odd excitement built in her gut as she pulled her door shut and rolled the windows down. She couldn’t decide if the emotion came from spending more time with the handsome Navy chief or from the end of this miserable assignment. Either way, a smile crept across her lips as she headed back into town from the park.
     
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    John wished he could sleep. Wished he could be dead to the world during the long hours of nothing with only his involuntary sensations to keep him company. If his balls itched, he had to endure it. He couldn’t move, couldn’t stretch, couldn’t do anything but breathe and look at the ceiling. They’d done a nice job with the concrete. It even held grooves where the mix had molded to the boards for formation. He’d counted thirty-six knots in his ten-by-ten cell. At least on the ceiling. Who knew what the walls showed. He would have liked to know if only to mitigate the boredom.
    Time crawled by worse than his BUD/S training in Little Creek and he’d run out of things to entertain himself. At least in BUD/S there’d been pain, or exhaustion, or even the other men to distract him. Here he only had his thoughts. He couldn’t even masturbate. Or twiddle his thumbs. At least that’d be something.
    Think about Lindsey.
    Bronco had no idea how much time had passed since he’d last seen the lovely cop, but his thoughts drifted to her and settled. Lindsey Jarvis with her fine