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morning sex with Ethan. It was one of her most cherished things. Toss in Callen, and she was as happy as a clam. Nothing started the day out like a quick jolt of sexiness.
    “I hear he’s devoted to her,” stated some guy. “Directors Rothschild and Blackhawk were chatting each other up about the wife and kids yesterday in the cafeteria after they qualified.”
    The one woman laughed. “Please. Like he’s going to tell his boss that he’s getting laid outside his marriage.”
    Elizabeth shrugged, seeing the next agent leaving the floor. Her number was up.
    “Well, it doesn’t matter. He’s not going to screw around with an agent. Ethan Blackhawk is a smart man. I’ve worked under him the last four years,” she stated, stretching out.
    “At FBI West?”
    “Yup.”
    “That’s where I want to go,” the blonde stated. “I’ve already signed up. I’ll be his coffee bitch any day.”
    Elizabeth heard her number. “See you in a few,” she stated, as they watched her walk away. She was well aware that they were staring at her. She was almost old enough to be their mothers…well, if she had a kid at sixteen. She was well aware that they were waiting to see her get her ass handed to her on the mats.
    On the floor, she bumped fists with the instructed. “Yo, David. Are you going to kick my ass this year?”
    He laughed. “Lyzee, I’m going to try. You want me to take it easy on you, especially since you just had a baby?”
    She snorted. “I want you to make those pussy Fed newbies quake in their shoes. I can take a beating.”
    “Ethan warned me not to break you.”
    “I’ll kick his ass later for that.”
    He laughed, pointing at the score keeper. “You know the drill. You go down four times, you’re out. You gotta stay on your feet for a full five and deliver five hits to my body.”
    She grinned. “Bring it, David. You win, I’ll buy you a case of scotch.”
    “The good stuff?”
    The bell rang.
    “Hell, yeah.”
    Suddenly, he charged, but she was ready for him. Elizabeth and David Sprat went way back. They’d been in the academy together. Now he kicked the newbies’ asses. Come to think of it, so did she. They’d come a long way since the beginning days of being scared shitless at qualifications.
    When he swung out, she ducked and came up under his arm. The fist to his solar plexus set off a bell by the score keeper. She backed up, not taking her eyes off her competition. “That’s one, bitch.”
    He laughed, “Yeah, yeah. You don’t have your boss staring down at you with ice in his eyes. One scratch, and I’m going to Mongolia for my next assignment.”
    “Cry baby. I think you’re just making an excuse. You know I’m going to boot your ass into tomorrow.”
    Her taunting worked.
    With that, he came in, adjusting his attack for her left side. When she again dodged under him, instead of her fist to his chest, she took him to the floor with a complicated foot sweep. To add insult to injury, she popped him in the chest while he was on his back.
    “You suck, Lyzee.”
    She laughed, holding her hand for him. “Yeah, I’ve been told that a few times before. Come on, David. Make me work for it.”
    The second he took her outstretched hand, David Sprat took his shot. He flipped her, and she slid across the floor on her back. From the thud, he knew she was going to feel it in the morning.
    He grinned wickedly. “Sucker.”
    Elizabeth was up. “Bring it.”
     
     
    Ethan sucked in a breath from the balcony as he watched his wife qualifying. She had just back planted on the mat, and it made him cringe.
    “She could have gone with us,” Gabe offered.
    He laughed. “No, she couldn’t have. Lyzee is out to prove something to the world.”
    Gabe shook his head. “She’s going to be sore in the morning.”
    He’d kiss it and make it all better when they got back to the hotel— that was for sure .
    When she hit the floor again, this time with a much larger man holding her down, Blackhawk