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jungle?” she wanted to know.
    “Last year in Venezuela. A group of us went to train the Elite Guard so that the moderates had a fighting chance.”
    “And then they switched sides,” she finished, visibly quelling a shudder.
    “You should never have gone back to that warehouse,” he scolded, glimpsing its lingering effect on her.
    Jade green eyes flashed in his direction. “Look, it’s over. Just drop it, will you?”
    “Is it really?” he countered skeptically. “Can you tell me you don’t think about it every time you close your eyes to sleep?
     Is that why you don’t sleep, Luce?”
    Without warning, she slammed the red button on the display before her, bringing her machine to a sudden halt. “What are you
     implying? That I have PTSD?” she demanded, breasts rising and falling as she turned to grip the handrail and to glare at him.
    Powering down his own machine, he faced her squarely. He could smell her perfume, warmed by the heat of her body. Combined
     with the anger in her eyes and the flush in her cheeks, the scent was intoxicating. “Who wouldn’t have PTSD after an experience
     like that?” he reasoned gently, wishing she’d just let him take her into his arms and tell her everything would be okay.
    “Get out,” she ordered, jerking her chin at the exit. “You’re wasting your breath trying to talk me out of this assignment.
     Just go. Get some sleep. I’ll see you on the plane to Bogotá.” Turning her shoulder on him, she powered up her treadmill once
     again, cranking it to high as she stuck the earbuds back in and took off.
    So much for trying to bury the hatchet. With a nod of defeat, Gus stepped off the treadmill and headed for the door. Sadly,
     the rumors regarding Lucy Donovan were true. She was a maniac, devoted to her career.
    At the rate she was going she would run herself into the ground before her thirtieth birthday.
    L UCY SHOOK TWO A DVIL TABLETS into her hand and regarded them in her palm, lit up by the bright sunlight shining through the airplane window. The 747’s
     jet engines hummed serenely at an altitude of fifty thousand feet. The hour was fast approaching when over-the-counter pain
     medication would be a luxury she could only wish for, right up there with clean socks and a toothbrush.
    Gus dropped into the seat beside her, startling her. It wasn’t fair that men could pee so fast. “What’s hurting?” he demanded
     in Spanish, spying the little pills in her hand.
    She had discovered the other night that, yes, Gus now spoke fluent Spanish, but with a slight American accent that hopefully
     none of the European UN team members would detect. Carlos had suggested he tell everyone he had a Danish grandmother. That
     would also explain his height and coloration.
    “I have a headache,” she lied, tossing back the pills with the remainder of her Sprite. Truth was, the spot where her microchip
     was planted, on the back of her right hip, was throbbing.
    Gus’s protective hovering set her teeth on edge. Through prescription-free lenses, similar to the glasses he’d worn before
     the navy paid for corrective laser surgery, he studied her with grave concern. The glasses were part of his cover, meant to
     downplay his over-the-top physical condition and make him look more like a geek. Thanks to his intelligent demeanor, he managed
     to pull off the illusion.
    Since taking off from Dulles on this nonstop trip to Bogotá, Colombia, he’d surprised her by showering her with the gentle
     affection of a new husband, treating her much the way he had when they were dating, not at all like the SEAL who’d tried scaring
     her off this assignment two days ago.
    “Are you sure it’s not your hip?” he murmured, annoying her with his acuity.
    “Positive,” she retorted, jiggling the ice chips in her cup.
    “Can you look at me and say that?”
    Turning her head, she sent him a hard glare, but lying straight to his face wasn’t easy. “I’m positive,” she