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murmured. “A lot of it, too.”
    “And there.” Rhett pointed at the screen again. “Fresh tire marks?”
    “Or some huge fucking slugs, looking for a little shelter,” Rebel countered.
    “It’s Texas,” Zeke inserted. “You never know what Mother Nature’s going to allow.”
    “No shit.” The mutter was nearly indiscernible, issued from Rebel’s thinned lips as
     he stepped away from Rhett—though Brynn wondered if he’d traversed a lot farther than
     that in his mind.
    No matter what, the last minute had exposed a couple of truths to her. One, the waters
     of both Rebel Stafford and Rhett Lange ran deeper than the world saw—and maybe, as
     the team’s notorious rule breakers, that was how they liked it. Two, she shouldn’t
     be so curious about grabbing her psychological scuba gear for those waters—especially
     not now.
    No. Not ever.
    What the hell had gotten into her about both of them, anyway? Stay on the shore, girlfriend. Those waters are laced with your personal arsenic.
     Men like them are death sentences to your heart and spirit.
    If only Zoe were here to lend her willpower.
    If only Zoe were here, period.
    Rhett’s comment sliced into her rumination. “There’s some very fancy security hardware
     here, too. The picture is fuzzy, so I can’t catalogue it.” He shook his head, making
     the red tips of his hair dance beneath the light. “This is going to take recon. Probably
     from the inside.”
    “Recon?” Rebel folded his arms and growled. “From the inside ? Right. Because we have that kind of time?”
    Rhett grunted. “So you vote for just blowing the lid off the place?”
    “Sounds like a plan to me,” Zeke drawled.
    “Right.” Garrett snorted. “That’s a fine plan—unless Adler’s fun little fairies have
     been hard at work building in some cute booby traps for wandering C-4 enthusiasts.
     Just to make things more interesting, yeah?”
    Zeke narrowed his eyes. “You’ve been watching too many James Bond movies.”
    “And you’ve been to too many CrossFit sessions.” Garrett caught enough of Rhett’s
     commiserating glance to go on. “The ability to bench-press a tractor tire doesn’t
     do you shit beneath a mountain of rubble or a lungful of sarin gas.”
    Rebel glowered back into pirate mode. “Better the guy who tried than the guy who stood
     around ‘strategizing’ with his dick in his hand.”
    “So you’re all dead,” Rhett snapped, “and Zoe and her baby are still turned into Adler’s
     human sushi.”
    That took care of any remaining stomach flips—and turned into Brynn’s bravado for whacking
     the man’s shoulder. “There’s a word in the dictionary called ‘tact,’ bozo. Look it
     up. And you ,”—she stabbed two fingers into Rebel’s chest, cutting short his gloating snicker—“aren’t
     any better.”
    Rebel glowered. “Huh?”
    “Are you really licensed to play with explosives? Who do I write a letter to about
     that?”
    Shay shoved from the wall and barreled toward them. “This bullshit’s getting us nowhere.
     If I have to tear down that building brick by brick, I’ll do it.”
    Zeke hooked him to a halt. “Negative.” He shrugged in reply to Shay’s snarl. “That’s
     exactly what Adler’s anticipating, not to mention your fun friend Nyles. Sorry, I-Man.
     If Zoe’s their holy grail, you’re their golden Arthur. On top of that, you’ve barely
     slept or eaten, not to mention the emotions that are fucking your game to shit.”
    “And yours wasn’t, when you went running after Mua when he took Rayna as revenge when you put
     away his brother?”
    “I was way clearer than you.” Z jerked up his chin and firmed his jaw. “I was also
     a lot less valuable to Mua than you are to Adler.”
    “And Mua was a moron,” Garrett inserted.
    Shay fumed into silence. Brynn winced again in sympathy. The guy had no other option.
     Homer Adler and “moron” didn’t belong in the same sentence. The man was