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your pants reaction when things don’t go your way.”
    A tiny smile twitched at the corner of Skye’s mouth. The sexy man had a good point. When she didn’t comment or question him further, he continued.
    “There’s certainly also a reason they took your father and didn’t kill him outright,” he mused almost as if to himself.
    Skye’s stomach lurched and she felt grateful she was sitting as a tremor ran though her legs. She pressed her lips together but nodded, not that Jack appeared conscious of her movement.
    “They need something from him—they want him for some reason,” Jack continued to think aloud. “It could be anything, though. Access codes, knowledge from his mission, an item in his possession. Hmm, yes, they need something from him. That fits. But would he hide it, or is it something already in his possession?”
    “If it was in Dad’s physical possession they’d have it already,” Skye answered. Jack’s eyes jolted to her and he gave her an apologetic smile.
    “That’s true, so he must have hidden it.”
    “But if he gave it to Garth, or someone at the Agency… No, that doesn’t make sense,” she shook her head. “They’d not be looking so hard at why this was happening, they’d be focused on retrieving my father if they knew what was going on. He can’t have sent it to Garth.”
    “That means he sent it to you,” Jack replied.
    Skye shook her head in disbelief.
    “Not at all. I got a text from him when he landed last night, it’s true, but I haven’t received any packages from him in the last few days. Why couldn’t he have sent it to you? Or another acquaintance not associated with the Agency he felt he could trust?”
    “If Victor didn’t want this to fall into the hands of the Agency then you’re the logical choice for whom he’d send it to,” Jack insisted, sounding stubborn. “There isn’t anyone—oh, of course!”
    Skye couldn’t help but smile. Jack’s eyebrows rose as if a bell had sounded in his head.
    “Your father once mentioned to me, if I ever had something that needed safekeeping but I didn’t or couldn’t trust a regular system, he knew of an alternative safety deposit box outlet.” Jack sat forward on the couch, exuberance clear as his hands gesticulated.
    “If you’re positive Victor didn’t send anything to you, maybe he sent it to Tank. But we still don’t have the key,” Jack lamented.
    Skye glanced at her watch, surprised at how quickly the afternoon had flown by. “There still should be an hour before any banks close,” she began. “If we’re quick we should be able to make it to this Tank’s store and—”
    “No, no, I said alternative,” Jack interrupted with a grin. “Tank’s pub won’t open until at least seven, and the man himself might not arrive until after that. We have plenty of time.”
    “Oh,” Skye replied, a little deflated. She moved back on the couch and felt her body relax for the first time in hours. “Let me get you that tea,” he insisted. “Have you eaten? If your lunch date with your father was interrupted…”
    Skye’s stomach rumbled at the mention of food.
    “I’m ravenous. I’ll eat anything you can give me, thank you, Jack.”
    Jack stood with a small, wry smile, not unlike the one her father often gave her when he was amused by something she’d said or done but didn’t want to laugh aloud. She felt oddly comforted by Jack’s presence, intelligence and willingness to take her ideas on face value and not question everything. He paused, seemed on the verge of saying or doing something as he towered over her.
    He shook his head and walked around the coffee table, picking up the mail on his way past. As he entered the small nook where she’d noticed the kitchen earlier, he sifted through the letters. Skye closed her eyes with a sigh as she heard the familiar sound of cupboards opening and closing, crockery rattling and the kettle being poured. Comforted by the normality of hearing a light