“Didn’t see you at the crash last night.”
Major Jon Swift jolted back from his desk so hard that he’d have fallen off his chair if he hadn’t slammed into the filing cabinets first. It wasn’t much of an office but at least it was in the Pentagon and not some remote, back-forty posting.
However, there was enough space for him to tilt too far. The chair legs slid out from beneath him. Three-quarters of the way to the floor, the legs caught against the desk drawers and the chairback against the cabinet handles. He lay suspended a foot in the air and for a moment couldn’t figure out how to extract himself.
Looking over the top of his desk, only her head showing from his low angle, was Taz Cortez, with Jeremy and a lovely woman he didn’t recognize but who now must think him an utter fool.
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