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Cindy felt the man standing at the door to her office before she saw him. She instantly hit a hotkey to secure the military data and lock her screen before she turned. And then wished she hadn’t looked—wished she wasn’t in Africa at all.
Sergeant Derek Kyle Davies stood exactly on the threshold of her doorway, looking just as upset to be here as she was to have him here. The eight years since she’d last seen him had barely changed him at all. He was a little broader of shoulder and a little darker of expression, but she’d know him anywhere. She suspected that his years in Delta Force had done nothing to improve his limited range of expressive grunts.
Perfect.
That meant it was up to her. As usual.
“Hey, Deek.” She was the one who’d tagged him back in high school. The silent shadow b
