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that? Now she was being paranoid. It was just bad luck. That was all.
    Too keyed up to think about almost dying, she lifted her face to the breeze and closed her eyes. Much nicer to think of a man who had danced with her under the moonlight in the parking lot of a bar. As soon as she’d arrived home that night, she had downloaded the Kid Rock and Sheryl Crow song and had listened to it every night since. Each time she played it, she would close her eyes and think of his kiss.
    What had made him walk away? She’d had plenty of time since that night to think about it, and had decided it had something to do with a woman and a picture. After those lyrics played, he’d tensed, and his whole demeanor had changed. Was he married? Had a girlfriend, or broken up with one? It was useless to speculate, and the question would never be answered as she’d never see him again.
    Stupid her, she’d even whispered his name late at night in the solitude of her home. Ryan. She was going to stop thinking about him, stop playing the song, and most of all stop saying his name just to feel it rolling across her tongue.

    “We’ll need a medic on this one,” said Logan Kincaid, the owner of K2 Special Services, and Ryan’s former SEAL commander.
    Ryan was ready to get back in the action. He’d come to work at K2 two months earlier, and was happy to be reunited with his old SEAL team. They were all at the conference table except for two. Evan Prescott had been killed on an operation in Afghanistan, and the other missing team member, Cody Roberts, a.k.a. Dog, would be coming onboard in a few months.
    The other two at the table were Jake Buchanan—Kincaid’s brother-in-law—and Jamie Turner. There was no one Ryan trusted more than the men in that room. He settled in for what would likely be a long session.
    The thing he liked most about working at K2 was that they planned the operations, not some behind-the-lines officer who may or may not have ever stepped onto a battlefield. He studied the map, focusing on the city of St. Petersburg. Then his gaze traveled over to Helsinki, Finland, a distance of about 185 miles as the crow flew. Wouldn’t be easy getting into Russia, but by staging the operation in Helsinki, they wouldn’t have to worry about getting shot at before they crossed the border. Once inside Russia, different story, but he’d take that any day over returning to Afghanistan.
    “What’s the latest on the daughter?” he asked.
    Kincaid thumped a finger on his tablet and scanned the screen. “From what the medical specialist said, she won’t last more than six months without a transplant. A congenital heart defect means she was born with the problem, right?”
    Ryan nodded. “Yep. I’ll need to meet with the doctor and find out what to expect and what particular medicines I need to have with me.” He took a sip of coffee as his mind assembled a list of questions.
    “The wife’s seven months pregnant.”
    It took a second for Kincaid’s words to sink in. Ryan jerked his gaze to the boss. “What?”
    Jamie Turner drew something on a piece of paper and turned it toward Ryan. “Pregnant. Means she’s going to have a baby.”
    “You could use some art lessons,” Ryan said at seeing the stick figure with a baby bump. Not taking offense, as everyone on the team got off on going at each other, he rolled his eyes. “I know what pregnant means. How come this is the first I’m hearing this?”
    “Because we just found out today,” Jake, the lead on the operation, said. He crumbled up the stick drawing and hit Jamie with it, right between his eyes. “Sugar’s turned your brain to mush.”
    Jamie—Saint to his teammates because he was about as pure as they came—grinned. “We’re pregnant.”
    “Jesus, Saint, maybe you should move up the wedding,” Kincaid said.
    “Nah, she and Maria have everything planned. I just keep my mouth shut and show up wherever they tell me. Yesterday, I tasted six cakes ’cause they