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close boyhood friend.
    Without a word to Dingo, Valene had pulled markers in her vast network of resources to turn up everything she could find on Giuseppe and, in doing so, placed herself in Santori Garcia’s crosshairs.
    The head of Satan’s Garden Club had noticed her.
    Dingo vanished the next day, leaving her only a note not to look for him.
    Based on the cold distance in Valene’s gaze, she’d just replayed that time in her mind, too.
    Without another word, she opened the passenger door and calmly stepped out, then climbed in her car.
    He let her think she’d won this round.
    She backed out and drove away.
    The clock on the dash reminded him he had an hour and a half to reach the airport and board a flight that would get him back to Atlanta in time for the team meeting late tonight.
    If he left now, would Valene be safe? Was he overreacting, when the new Satan’s Garden Club might only be some idiot trying to build a name on someone else’s street reputation?
    If he missed his flight, Sabrina would make an educated guess about where he was and she’d be right.
    She had rules. That’s how she’d kept chaos out of her life since her days as a six-year-old little girl dropped at a children’s home. Dingo knew her rules and respected them, just as he respected her as a teammate and friend. He was basically AWOL while Sabrina and the teams hunted for any information that would pinpoint the assassination targets Bergman had whispered before he died.
    He wasn’t egotistical enough to think they couldn’t do it without him, but ... he was having a hard time doing right by everyone.
    Flying to LA without cluing in Sabrina when they had an active mission was grounds for being dismissed as an operative. He’d never put himself above any of the others.
    He didn’t even know for sure if Satan’s Garden Club was real this time, or that they had any information on Valene, but if there was one slim chance that this involved her, he couldn’t leave her to face a threat alone.
    If this was about anyone other than Valene, he’d just tell Sabrina and she’d get what he had to do.
    But Sabrina hated Valene. Not that they’d ever met. Sabrina’s hate came from watching Dingo during the dark time after he’d walked out of Satan’s Garden Club, broken.
    She’d figured out why he’d taken on a suicide mission and that the reason had a name. Valene.
    He’d rather cut one of his limbs off than hurt Sabrina or Josh, the closest thing he had to family. But where would that leave Valene if Satan’s Garden Club was connected to the original group and came looking for her?

 
    Chapter 4
     
    Why couldn’t I have become a helicopter pilot? Valene checked her watch for the hundredth time and took advantage of a two-car gap on her right to gain ground among everyone else trying to get somewhere on LA’s Interstate 5.
    How could Dingo do this to her again?
    He’d shown up looking like he had back when they were first together. Gone was the white-blond hair from his last visit, replaced by thick brown locks that danced along his neckline. Add that to two days of beard, hazel eyes and a mouth carved for pleasure and he was more tempting than all the magazine cover boys on the streets of LA.
    Dingo was all man.
    And out of his mind if he thought she was buying that story. If there was real danger, where was his team?
    Like last time.
    Her heart had been leaking misery for seven years, then he’d shown up again a month ago with a team of operatives looking to stop some crazy terrorist group. Dingo had only come back because he’d needed her help.
    She should have cursed a blue streak in his face.
    She should have kicked him in the head.
    None of that had happened, because she had no brakes when it came to Dingo. Her heart had a bad habit of taking over all thought and driving her into his arms.
    Her phone played Here Comes The Money , the ringtone she’d chosen for Charlie, the best business connection she’d made in a long