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She should never, ever have slapped for her weapon. Elayne hadn’t been expecting to face a soldier on an accident team, but she should have. It was a military team.
And fast!
Hopefully, like didn’t recognize like. Of course, Elayne had been given more to observe. The takedown of the patrolman hadn’t been textbook; it had been reflex. That was a very deep level of training. Ex-Special Forces. Perhaps even ex-Special Operations?
Yes, she must be very careful not to reveal more of herself to the team’s enforcer.
And here was the perfect distraction.
“Mike Munroe. A pleasure to be meeting you.” She shook his hand with a warm gentle grip that men liked, but not so light that they’d think she wouldn’t be fun in bed.
She made a point of looking him in the eyes, a pleasant if unremarkabl
