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Anaya groaned and I knew it was time.

Time to say goodbye.

I broke the kiss and looked down into her half-masted eyes, ecstatic our kiss had affected her.

“See you soon, sweetheart.”

“Yeah.”

I led her to the bed and held back the covers until she got in. After I tucked her in and kissed her forehead I straightened.

“Get some sleep. You have a busy day.”

“I love you, Kyle.”

I stood there and allowed her sweet declaration to wash over me. I’d never tire hearing her say that.

“Love you.”

I switched off the lamp on the nightstand and grabbed my gear.

I paused at the door and forced myself to leave without looking back.

The guys were all waiting for me in the living room. Thad looked as dejected as I felt. He didn’t want Emerson traipsing off to Connecticut, either.

“You ready?” Dec asked.

“Almost.” I turned to Myles. “You have everything you need?”

“Yep.” The man’s lips twitched. “Not my first escort.”

“Maybe not, but it’s the first time you’re transporting the woman I love. So I need to know, you got this?”

Myles’s grin faded and his eyes narrowed. “You know I do.”

I did know. Myles was a good operator, a good teammate. There was a reason why he was the leader of the Blue Team. His instincts were spot-on. Zane had been lucky when Myles agreed to work for Z Corps; every government agency had been trying to get Myles under contract when he’d left the Army.

“Fuck. You’re right. I’m just—” I scrubbed my hands over my face, not knowing how to finish that sentence.

“I got this. Both of you need to stop worrying and get your head in the mission. I’ll check in after I drop them.”

Thad didn’t say a word, he simply headed for the door and the rest of the team followed.

“Thanks,” I muttered.

“You’re welcome. Later.”

We all piled into the SUV with Dec behind the wheel and thankfully the roads were empty. Normally his driving was a hair-raising experience. But this morning he obviously had something on his mind—the effect of that something was his foot was made of lead and we’d be at HQ in half the normal time.

“Where do you keep disappearing to?” Max asked Declan.

“None of your business,” Dec returned.

“It is when every time you sneak back into the house, you’re more pissed-off than when you left.”

Leave it to Max to call Declan out on his attitude. I was just as curious as to where Declan had gone but I certainly wasn’t going to ask and most definitely not when the man had my life in his hands.

“I don’t sneak anywhere, asshole.”