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then I want to go back to nailing the Ruizes to the wall.”
    Dane put his hands up in surrender. “Not a problem, sweetheart. I’m not the one who started it this time. You did.”
    “And you never answered the question. Why did you have to tell everyone I was your ex like that?”
    “You think they don’t have a right to know? When they have to put their asses on the line in order to find these terrorists before they destroy innocent lives?”
    “But what does that have to do with us?”
    “If I have to give you an order, will you do what you’re told or tell me to fuck off?”
    She bristled. “Who said you’d be giving me orders? I’m not a military operative, Dane.”
    “No, but you’re assigned to this operation. What if I’m the one giving you the order? You think they don’t have a right to know there’s a problem between us when lives depend on the answer?”
    She crossed her arms. All it served to do was lift her breasts higher. Dane gritted his teeth and kept his eyes on her face.
    “Maybe so, but we could have gone to see the colonel privately. Or you could have announced I was your ex-wife. No need for all the drama and male posturing.”
    It was Dane’s turn to snort. She really didn’t get it. He started down the hall, then called back to her, “Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?”

CHAPTER SIX

    Ivy was going to go crazy before this mission was over. She got out of her car and locked it, then headed into her apartment building, her mind full of Dane Erikson and HOT, her hands full of groceries.  
    It had been a long day. Not only because of Dane, but also because of the potential for catastrophe. They had to find that submarine, and they had to put a stop to the terrorists who were planning to sail a nuke into some unsuspecting harbor.
    Based on the time the sub could operate underwater and how secure the terrorists potentially were in their plan, the nuke could end up anywhere. Miami, Virginia Beach, Baltimore, Boston—or maybe Los Angeles or San Diego.  
    Yeah, the damn thing could be anywhere, though it seemed most likely the East Coast was the target since the sub had last been seen in Cartagena. The US Navy was on high alert, as were the Coast Guard and the port authorities. But the ocean was mighty big, and the sub mighty small. Talk about your basic needle in a haystack.
    Ivy juggled her groceries and unlocked the door. This was new territory for her, but she understood the urgency—who wouldn’t? You’d have to be insane not to get why this was important.  
    Still didn’t mean she liked the idea of working with Dane. Maybe she should have called Leslie up and told her she couldn’t do it after all—but that wasn’t the way Ivy operated. She was stronger than that.
    Dane was a complication, but she could handle him. Even if seeing him again made her heart ache and her body light up in ways she really didn’t appreciate.
    Damn his handsome face and spectacular body anyway.  
    She set her groceries on the counter, then took everything out of the bags and put it away. The light on her answering machine blinked incessantly, so she went over and pressed the button. She knew a lot of people only used their cell phones, but she kept a landline too. In the event of a catastrophe, cell towers wouldn’t work while landlines still could.  
    Ivy frowned at the thought. She’d always been paranoid. Always planning for the worst that could happen rather than the best. She’d planned her entire life that way. Dane used to tease her about that.
    Ow. She rubbed in the vicinity of her heart and deleted the first message, a generic spiel from a telemarketer offering to cut her credit card interest rates in half. The second was dead air. The third started to play…
    We know who you are, Ivy McGill… we know where to find you…
    The message ended with a sharp beep, and Ivy’s heart kicked inside her chest. She was accustomed to being threatened, but this was the first time anyone