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this.”
    “What? Why?”
    “Between you and me?”
    He nodded, searching her eyes. “I know what you’re going to say, and I
think the Captain knows too. He wants you to trust him, Kayla. He knows what
you went through, we all do. By the way, your first appointment with the shrink
is next week.”
    “I don’t need a shrink. I’ve dealt with my—stuff—just fine.”
    “I’ve got my orders and this time I’m following them. I’ll sit on you
myself in the doc’s office. I am never going to watch you have one of those—episodes—again. I’ve been tied up in knots
hoping to hell you don’t have another one when it’s only me around.” Mace’s
body tensed, and he shoved himself back in his chair, chucking back a long gulp
of his beer. Swallowing, he brought the bottle down with a thud on the table.
“No fucking way am I ever watching that again.” A hard set of eyes gazed at her,
and he worried his cheek with his tongue. “You know you’re ex is back in the
service, don’t you?”
    Downing half the Margarita, she dwelled on sidestepping the issue of
her past as she licked the salt from her lips. “Yes.” It hadn’t been her only
motivation, but it certainly was one of the reasons she’d applied to the U.S.
for a new job.
    “That’s why you came here, isn’t it?” Mace surmised, cocking his head
at her. “The Canadian forces brought him onboard after his release from prison
because he had a sterling record prior to the attack. Exemplary warrior, and no
government is gonna waste that.”
    “Greg told me he’d been given a waiver. How do you guys find this
stuff out?”
    “Not me. The Captain went looking for answers. He could never
understand why you were here.” Mace read her expression, saying, “No one blames
you for leaving, Kayla. It’s understandable. Your ex is overseas right now, and
the Captain knows where he is.”
    “That’s not good.”
    “You’re right, it’s not. Manchester received your file from the
Canadian RCMP while we were in his office, and it included pictures of you in
the hospital after the attack. It took five of us to stop your boyfriend from heading out the door.” Mace gave her a
sympathetic smile. “You know us well enough. No matter what situation a SEAL
encounters, we’re trained to maintain control, even if it’s in a hailstorm of
confusion. I’ve never seen the Captain lose his edge, but he went nuts. Fox had
to call Redding. He was the only one who could stop him from getting on a plane
and hunting your ex down.”
    A trickle of worry slipped down her spine. “When did this happen?”
Mace only offered a steady tense brow. The “SEAL look,” she called it. “When?”
    “Three days ago.”
    “He doesn’t understand.”
    “Understand what?”
    “My marriage was complicated. I’m not defending what Daniel did, but
he had issues he couldn’t control.”
    Mace sat up straight. “You sound like you’ve forgiven him.”
    She bit on her lip thinking about Daniel. They were explosive together
in all the good ways and the worst. In the end, Daniel’s darkness won out.
“Mace,” His eyes softened as they always did when he looked at her. “I loved my
husband. What happened to me wasn’t Daniel’s fault.”
    Mace folded his arms over his chest, his brow furrowing. “How can you
say that?” he said. “I saw what he did to you. He didn’t just beat you up, he
tried to slaughter you. I’ve left the enemy in better condition than you were.”
    Fingering a chip, she turned her face to the warm sky. “Daniel was a
victim of childhood abuse as well. Like me, he and his brother Greg joined the
Navy to escape, and in a way, find a new family. Greg resolved his youth, but
Daniel’s anger stewed inside him. The missions with JTF began to change him.
Back then, Post Traumatic Stress wasn’t an open topic for admission or
conversation. He didn’t mean to do it, and I understood that.”
    Mace watched her intently. “So you’re giving him an out