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    Fifteen minutes and several lectures on the dangers of travel in the middle of the night later (my neighbor wasobsessive-compulsive about everyone else’s business), we were finally on our way to the airport.
    I was quiet while Kade drove, my eyes turned toward the window and the darkened scenery flashing by. I couldn’t get the conversation with Blane out of my mind and it was making my stomach churn with dread. What if he decided to reenlist—to go back to active duty? Honestly, I didn’t think I had it in me to wait, day after day, for a call that might or might not come. I wasn’t that strong.
    We boarded the plane with little ceremony. Only once we were ensconced in our seats watching the sun rise over the wing did Kade speak.
    “What’s the matter?”
    I turned to him. He was gazing intently at me, his blue eyes seeming to penetrate my thoughts. I looked away.
    “Nothing,” I said. “Just tired.”
    “Bullshit,” he shot back. “If you’re going to be with me on this, I need you to actually be here. Not lost in dreamland. So if you’re not up for it, tell me now. I don’t want my life in the hands of someone who’s too busy staring out the window to notice what’s going on around them.”
    Anger flared immediately. “I’m not distracted,” I said. “And I wasn’t aware your life was in danger while we’re sitting on a flipping airplane.” My sarcasm was thick.
    I changed the subject. “So tell me what you found.”
    He looked at me as though he knew perfectly well what I was doing, but he went along with it. “Ryan Sheffield was CIA,” he said. “You knew that.”
    I nodded.
    “What we didn’t know, and didn’t find out before your buddy Frankie took him out”—I flinched at that. Frankiehad most definitely not been my buddy; he had planned to torture and kill me—“was who Sheffield was working for. I’ve spent the past few weeks tracking down every lead I could find on him. Eventually, they led to Denver.”
    “Why Denver?” I asked.
    “Why not?”
    I sighed and looked out the window again.
    If you didn’t count the flight to Chicago with Kade—which I didn’t since it had been in what had felt like a flying limousine—it had been a long time since I’d flown anywhere. Mom and Dad had taken me to Disney World when I was ten—that had been the only other time I’d ever flown. I hadn’t enjoyed the experience overly much then, and it wasn’t any different now. My fingernails bit into the armrests as the plane taxied down the runway, picking up speed.
    “Afraid of flying?” Kade asked dryly, eyeing my death grip on the chair.
    “Of course not.” I slid the window shade down. If we plunged to a fiery death, I didn’t need to see. “I’m afraid of crashing, not flying.”
    Kade snorted and I shot him a glare.
    A few tense (for me) minutes later and we were airborne. When it seemed we weren’t going to make an unexpected landing, I relaxed somewhat. Something bad could still happen, but most crashes occurred at takeoff and landing. I had a couple of hours before I had to worry again.
    The flight attendants served drinks and I was grateful to get my hands on some coffee. My eyes narrowed as the cute, pert brunette lingered over Kade, chatting quietly with him and laughing at something he said in an undertone. Herhand rested on his arm as she handed him something. She smiled and finally moved on to the next row.
    “Did you get her number?” I asked, my tone bitchy. “Maybe you’ll have time for a booty call in Denver.”
    “Put the claws away, princess.” Kade handed me the slightly warm package. “I got you some breakfast. For free, I might add.”
    He smirked as I unwrapped a cinnamon roll.
    “You have to learn to use every advantage you have to get what you want. You’re a beautiful woman, Kathleen. Use it. A smile and a touch can sometimes get you further than the threat or use of force.”
    I flushed as I tore off a piece of the bun and put it in my