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Nikita would have preferred to go alone, but Drake had insisted on going with her when she’d come up with her third option.
Altman hadn’t shut him down. Instead he’d done his zero-expression face, leaving the decision up to her. Drake had proved his skills, but she was worried about his stealth—that took a lot of practice. Still, a second set of eyes would be useful.
To avoid any possible booby traps set in the jungle, they slipped a couple of logs into the river and then floated down the current with them.
“I imagined going swimming with you,” Drake floated along beside her. “There was this bikini in the shop window that—”
“Wasn’t going to happen,” Nikita peeked over her log to check for any approaching rapids.
“But you’re a SEAL.”
“In a wet suit armed to the teeth. Not in a Dra
