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After a million minutes had passed, Spencer finally looked up.

“Well?”

“The kidnappers used Ketamine which also explains why she can’t remember part of the incident.”

“Will I remember more?” Sedona asked.

“It’s possible. Memory loss is a common side effect. It shouldn’t have long-term repercussions.”

“Aside from not knowing who sent the kidnappers after me,” she muttered.

He inclined his head in agreement. “Except for that. If it helps any, I doubt the man in charge was with the three men who took you.” He looked at Cam. “What happened to the flunkies?”

“They’re in jail.”

His teammates exchanged glances.

“What? I’m a cop. Did you expect me to take them out behind the station and teach them a lesson?”

“Would have been more satisfying,” Dario said.

Yeah, he didn’t want to admit tossing them in jail felt like a cop-out. But he was a law enforcement officer first, before anything else. He had to follow the law. “Perhaps, but that wasn’t an option.”

“What now, sir?” Isaac asked.

That was the question. Even he wasn’t positive of the next move. “We turn Rhys loose to track down this dark web information. If we can track it back to the source, Sedona won’t have to look over her shoulder every time she goes to school or church.”

She sighed. “And thanks for that picture now lodged in my head.”

“Sorry.”

“You guys have a really terrible outlook on life. Did you know that?”

The group exchanged more glances between them, then Rhys said, “It’s not a terrible outlook so much as it’s the plain truth. We hunted the most evil people on the planet in the Army. That gives you a dark outlook.”

“Right. We’ll have to work on that.”

Huh. Cam didn’t know exactly what that meant, but he figured The Thunderhawks could handle whatever Sedona Hart dished out.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

SEDONA CLAPPED HER hands. “Come on. You’re going to love this.” Okay, maybe they wouldn’t love this, but she would. These guys were all doom-and-gloom all the time. She understood where Cam’s team was coming from. She couldn’t be around the Montgomery brothers without having a good dose of reality right in front of her face.

“I don’t know about this.” Rhys scowled. “This isn’t in my wheelhouse, Sedona. I’m telling you, this is a big mistake.”

“We could burn the house down,” Isaac added. “We’re all thumbs in the kitchen. Now, if you wanted a pipe replaced or a drippy faucet fixed, we’re your people. But baking cookies?” He shook his head. “You are asking for trouble, lady.”

She planted her fists on her hips. Did he really think that would scare her out of this plan? Ha! Not a chance. The Thunderhawks needed some fun, and kindergarten teachers could do fun. “Are you trying to back out of our deal, Isaac?”

Dario narrowed his eyes. “There was no deal. Tell her, Cam. I would have remembered a deal that dealt with baking.”

“You said you could cook.” She inched closer to stand toe-to-toe with him. “Did you lie to me?”

“No, ma’am. But there’s a world of difference between cooking, which I can do, and baking, which I can’t.”

“You’re EOD. You can build bombs. Why can’t you bake cookies?”

He shrugged. “Give me a bomb manual, not Grandma’s cookie recipes.”