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could do, especially since he wasn’t sure how far he would take this—how far he’d have to. “Look, I know this is a lot to take in.”
    But suddenly, Skylar wasn’t in the living room with him any longer—at least not that particular living room. No, she was somewhere far away, reliving something that made her eyes wet.
    “Skylar, what’s wrong?” He kept his voice low and calm and she broke from her silent reverie and shook her head.
    “Nothing.”
    Yeah, that wasn’t nothing, but he’d leave it for now. There was a lot more he needed to learn about Skylar—and from the looks of things, plenty of time to do so.
    First, get her to trust you , Dylan’s voice echoed in his head, and yeah, Cam knew how to do that. It was one of the first things he’d learned in the Rangers, the most important skill, whether the person could really afford to trust you or not.
    “I’m having dinner now. You can do whatever the hell you want,” she told him, and walked away haughtily, holding the bag of pills and muttering, “I’m ready to run at any moment, Army guy.”
    And then get her to like you .
    That part might take a little longer. She was slamming plates around and muttering about him again.
    Finally, she pointed to the stove without turning around to look at him. “I’ve got dinner here—way too much for me. And since it looks like we’re not going anywhere fast …”
    She set out an extra plate without waiting for him to answer. Truth was, he was starving, and so he sat at the island stool and let her dish him out a big plate of fettuccini alfredo. He waited until she made her own plate and cut bread and got them both something to drink—water for him and some kind of juice for her—and then they ate silently for a few moments.
    He’d turned on the radio and together they listened to the local weather reports, warning people to stay indoors until the worst of the storm was over. By tomorrow, midmorning, Cam would be able to get her out of here, as planned.
    There were so many ways this could go down. What would happen when and if Gabriel made contact with Sky and heard Cam’s name come out of his daughter’s mouth was anyone’s guess. Whether Gabriel would let on that Cam wasn’t there on orders at all, or if Gabriel would simply play along. Cam guessed the latter. Hoped for it anyway. Prayed that Gabriel wouldn’t try anything stupid or put his daughter in the position to do the same.
    Of course, that’s if Gabriel wasn’t MIA. Because, fuck, that seemed like a real possibility.
    If there were problems, he could bring Skylar to Dylan. Dylan would be able to take care of it without the gut-churning guilt Cam was experiencing.
    Dylan would sleep with her .
    That thought made his teeth clench so hard his jaw ached.
    “Was your father an agent too?” she asked.
    “ATF,” Cam said shortly because, fuck it, why shouldn’t she know? Her future hung in the balance because of what went down between their fathers. Whether he’d ever tell her that much of the story remained to be seen.
    “So you grew up without your dad too.”
    He didn’t answer that, continued to eat the pasta she’d cooked. “This is great,” he said finally.
    “Thanks. It’s about all I can make.”
    She smiled then, accentuating a deep dimple on her left cheek, close to her lips. Her face was slightly flushed, her body relaxed enough that the sweater she wore had fallen open to reveal her tank top and the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She didn’t need one—her breasts were of the most perfect variety, on the smaller side but still round and soft, ones he could imagine himself palming … tasting.
    He needed to call Dylan ASAP, to remind himself why the hell he was here, risking everything.
    He was doing it because he’d already risked it all when he’d killed that suit on the helo. Gabriel or no Gabriel, he was in deep shit.
    Skylar was his only way out of the pit.
    “My dad was never around,” he agreed