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permission to set up a headquarters there so they could monitor this mission.
    Not all the guys, because Mendez didn’t think it required the whole team to watch one spoiled rich girl, but Knight Rider, Flash, and Chase “Fiddler” Daniels were there at the moment. Snipers weren’t required yet, so Brandy, Victoria, and Dex were elsewhere, along with team members Matt, Kev, Lucky, and Billy the Kid.
    Garrett made Grace wait in the car with the doors locked while he checked out her place. There were no signs of forced entry, and no one in the interior, so he retrieved a fuming Grace from the car and ushered her inside. She left him standing in her entry and stomped up her stairs without saying another word.
    He almost laughed. But he couldn’t laugh because he was too focused on the roundness of her ass—and then, when she got high enough, he could see up her skirt to the blue lacy panties beneath.
    Shit.
    He did not need a hard-on, and he definitely didn’t need it over this woman. Snotty thing.  
    Except a little twinge of guilt pricked him because he’d been a dick first. He was on edge from his last conversation with his ex and the tearful call from Cammie just last night, and he’d snapped when he shouldn’t. None of that was Grace’s fault, but when she’d told him in that prissy tone, after being so icy to him in her father’s office, that she’d get him fired if he didn’t do what she wanted, he’d fucking lost it.
    He shouldn’t have done that. He put a hand on the back of his neck and rubbed as he took out his phone and dialed. Knight Rider answered on the first ring.
    “Hey, man, in position. Location secure, Princess upstairs sulking.”
    Sam laughed. “Princess? Thought we were calling her Camper.”
    They always had code names for the principals, and Camper had fit because of the last name. Except that it didn’t anymore.
    “Trust me, she’s a princess. With a scepter up her ass and everything.”
    “Damn, dude, maybe Mendez should have picked one of us for this assignment.”
    “He should have. Except I’m the only one who knows which fork to use in the event someone serves a fucking trout. Thanks, Mom.”
    Like the guys would ever let him live that one down. It was now common knowledge that his mother was an etiquette expert—and he’d been her star pupil. Well, Richie Rich knew which fork to use too, but his sister and brother-in-law were part of the Washington scene, and there would be too many questions if he showed up with a senator’s daughter when they knew he was engaged to his hometown sweetheart.
    So that left Garrett.
    “Yeah, who knew, Fancy Pants?”
    Garrett rolled his eyes. If the guys had their way, they’d change his team name from Iceman to Fancy Pants in half a second flat. He wasn’t about to let that happen.
    “I’ll fucking rip your balls off and shove them down your throat, McKnight, if you don’t stop calling me that.”
    “Yeah, yeah, all right. Too sensitive, man. And hey, if you can find the time to teach me to waltz when we’re done, Georgie’d be grateful.”
    In the background, he heard a feminine voice sing out. “Stop teasing him, Sam.”
    “You got a delivery for me?” Garrett growled.
    “Yep. Flash is bringing your tux and suitcase over later. I’ll call you first.”
    Garrett finished the call and then loosened his tie and yanked it from his collar. Then he shrugged out of the jacket and tossed it on a chair in the living room. Posh living room with a velvet couch and silk Louis-the-something chairs. His mother had tried to impress fashion and decor on him, but he’d drawn a line. He could tie his own ties—bow or Windsor—and he could pick out a suit and shoes. But furniture was a nonstarter.
    His own came from a local cheapo shop because if it was going to get beat up in military moves, he wasn’t investing in anything nice.
    There was a piano, and fresh flowers in a vase on a library table that was artfully stacked with books.