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snack being prepared, she let the tension seep from her body.
    “Huh,” she heard Jack mutter from the kitchen. Instinctively she sat up straight and tilted her head in his direction.
    “Is everything all right in there? Do you need some help?”
    It wasn’t until the words fell from her lips that she flushed at how stupid the suggestion was. This was Jack’s home and his kitchen—it wasn’t likely he needed her assistance.
    “This arrived in today’s mail,” Jack replied as he entered the living room and held out a postcard for her to look at. Skye took the small card from him and a grin crossed her face as she glanced at the large military tank stranded on a grassy green lawn. An unpronounceable German town name was printed on the bottom corner.
    “Turn it over,” Jack suggested.
    Flipping the card over, Skye’s eyes widened in shock as she recognised her father’s handwriting.
    ‘Found the quaintest Pub which I think you’d enjoy. You should see the gorgeous Sky line over the hills. You’d be amazed at the discoveries I’ve made. Victor’.
    She reread the few sentences, only partially aware of Jack returning to the kitchen. A minute later he placed a plate and a mug of steaming hot tea on the coffee table near her knees.
    “So Dad sent you the message of where to get his package?” Skye surmised. “You said the owner’s name was Tank, hence this particular card. Then the capitalised mention of both the pub and the sky.”
    “I can think of a few possibilities. Maybe he knew something would happen—though not when or what—and he’s reminding me of my promise to help if you ever called. Or perhaps you still know more than you think you do and I’ll need you when we get to Tank’s.”
    Skye reached out and grabbed one half of the sandwich he’d placed before her. A quick glance showed her it was filled with ham, cheese and tomato. She took a few bites in quick succession. Nothing had tasted this good in ages.
    “I’m still not sold on the thought that I know anything the least bit useful.” Skye returned to their conversation after inhaling half the sandwich. She sipped her tea before picking up the second half.
    “What I wouldn’t put past my father is him pointing you in my direction to make sure I’m protected while whatever he’s involved in unravels. That kind of convoluted, near-paranoid level of obsessive planning sounds exactly like the Victor Adams I know and love.”
    “I think you underestimate yourself.” Jack sat down next to her on the couch. “You know how your father thinks, how he would react in certain circumstances. That closeness could be vital to his rescue. More importantly, you have no idea how some subtle, previously believed inconsequential word, gesture or casual reference Victor spoke of weeks or even months ago might be instrumental in solving this thing. All I can guarantee is that I don’t plan to let you out of my sight until I deliver you back into your father’s safekeeping.”
    Skye wiped at her mouth to be certain no crumbs lingered on her lips. Swallowing more of the tea, she replaced the mug on the coffee table with a small sigh, her stomach sated. She turned to face Jack and once again her heart fluttered in her chest.
    He was so handsome.
    “I’m not a lost schoolgirl who needs returning to her parent,” Skye chided him. “But I would definitely like to stick close to you. At least until the vision of that rocket launcher and those four men dims somewhat in my memory. Right now, it’s far too vivid for comfort.”
    “Hey,” Jack said softly. He leant forward and rested one large, warm hand on her thigh. Heat from his skin soaked through her leg. Skye caught her breath, her gaze lifting to catch his.
    Chemistry burned between them as they stared at each other in silence.
    Skye lowered her hand to lace her fingers through his, testing the waters between them. His fingers clenched hers, his grip tight but not painful. For a suspended moment