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at her steadily, unflinching in his regard.
    “What?”
    “I see a woman who takes unnecessary risks—who doesn’t rely on her team, but yet uses them as her excuse for every action. Teamwork requires sacrificing your ego for your team’s safety. It means making hard choices and working together, it doesn’t mean rushing into a confrontation guns blazing because you might have intel or you might not get there in time. One way or another, we will get Dark Angel back. Not just for you, but because it is the right thing to do.”
    “You realize, by that logic, I would never have scaled the roof that day and come after you when you took that shot?” She dared him to take her to task for that.
    “You nearly died twice that day.” He growled.
    “Yeah, but you saved me the first time. The second too, come to think of it.” She grinned and nuzzled his jaw. “How about a compromise?”
    “Define compromise.”
    “Well, in the time we live in currently, it means I give a little and you give a little. Not Michael makes the rules and Rory says ‘yes, sir.’”
    He grunted, but a hint of a smile flickered at the edge of his gorgeous mouth. “And what compromise are you proposing?”
    “I’ll call. If I head off or get intel or need to be on scene somewhere here or elsewhere, I will notify you first. You can come play my black knight in shining weaponry.”
    Brow furrowing, he appeared to consider it. “You won’t wait though?”
    “No. If the matter is urgent and can’t wait, then I won’t. But I will do my best to get you that head’s up as soon as possible.”
    He exhaled a long ‘grrr’ of noise. It was a lot like Lurch, only a hell of a lot sexier. “That’s not a compromise.”
    “Yes, it is. Because I don’t even call my team unless I really think they need to be there. I can blend in most situations. Dark Angel and Corkscrew don’t blend. Josh tries but, if he gets pissed, his temper generates air currents and that leaves Curtis. He’s is more of a stick in the mud than you are. So, when it comes to flying point, that’s my job.”
    “That’s the point, Rory.” He growled, and she could almost hear his urge to shake her, but his grip only gentled. “Your job is different now. We’re a different team.”
    “Yeah? I’m the hand-to-hand specialist. I still know this turf a whole lot better than the rest of you. You still need to stay below the radar, maybe more so now that we’ve kicked over the hornet’s nest than before. You don’t blend, none of you do. So how has my job changed?”
    He opened his mouth, but the phone ringing interrupted his response. Letting her go, he retreated to look at the screen and swore.
    “Take it.” She told him, exhaling. It wasn’t like they could solve their differences overnight. If someone told her she would fall in love with a man as stubborn and controlling as her, she would have laughed. “I need to shower anyway, before I stiffen up.”
    The arch look he favored her with warmed her blood and she grinned. “And Michael?”
    “One moment,” he said into the phone and hit the mute button. “Yes?”
    “I love you.”
    Sighing, he closed the distance and slid a hand against her cheek before slanting his lips over hers. The sweet kiss electrified her, and she melted against him. He rested his forehead against hers. “I love you, too. More than you know.”
    “We’ll make this work.” Dammit, she could compromise.
    “We will.” He gave her bottom a light smack. “Go shower. I’ll be back in a few.”
    He strode away, phone to his ear, and she stepped under the hot spray, hissing as it hit the cuts and bruises. With him out of sight, she could sag against the wall. Her ribs were one gigantic set of bruises. Bracing her hands on the wall, she forced her way under the full brunt of the spray. The beating with the sack of fruit had spread out the damage, reducing visible bruising—but it also meant she took a hell of a lot more than she let on.