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She lifted her chin. “Yes.”
“There’s a car downstairs waiting for you. Shade said he’d meet you at JFK.”
“Got it.” This was it. Her first official mission in the field.
Killian gripped her shoulders. “Be careful.”
She grinned. “That’s usually my line when you guys head out on a mission and leave me behind. But don’t worry, I will.”
“We’re on standby if you need us.” Devyn lounged in the doorway.
“Thanks. Hopefully it all goes off without a hitch.”
“Mardis is detained in CIA custody,” Killian said. “No one knows. As far as the world will be concerned, you are Sara Mardis.”
“Good.” Jet set her shoulders back. “All right.Au revoir.”
It was a boring drive to the airport. Jet fiddled with her phone, hoping nothing went wrong with her job while she was gone. She’d pulled in one of the Sentinel Security cybersecurity team to run her area. If Austin screwed up, she’d skin him.
Soon, she reached the airport, and it wasn’t long before she was checked in, and holding her business-class boarding pass to Paris. Now, she just had to find a certain spy acting as her Dynathon colleague.
She reached the business lounge and scanned around. Where the hell was he? She set her laptop bag down, and her gaze moved across mostly businesspeople sitting in armchairs, sipping coffee, or talking on cell phones. There was one family, with two boys glued to tablets. A man rose from an armchair not far away, and her gaze swept back toward him.
And her hormones lit up like the Fourth of July.
She watched as Cain slowly walked toward her, a lazy smile crossing his face.
He was in suit pants and a white shirt, and a fitted, gray vest, with his sleeves rolled up. God, his forearms. She let her gaze trace the muscles. His suit jacket was in one hand. His hair was slicked back, and he was wearing glasses.Glasses. No fair. Why did a sexy pair of wire rims make men hotter?
She tried to wrestle her hormones into submission, but they’d gone wild.
“Hi, Sara,” Cain said.
No, not Cain or Shade. Shit, what was his cover name again? Her mind went blank.
He leaned in. “Jake.”
“Jake, right. Hi.”
His gaze shifted to the ends of her hair. “I miss the pink, pixie.”
She fought back a shiver. It was going to be a long mission.
* * *
The ridiculous spy movie ended,and Cain shook his head with a small, wry grin. It had been a fun romp, but not very accurate. To be honest, most of his job wasn’t flashy, or exciting. It was downright boring. And a lot more dangerous.
He glanced over at the seat beside him. But not all of this particular mission was boring.
Jet was stretched out. The large, business-class seat made her seem even smaller. She had her headphones on. Her own. She’d sniffed in disdain at the airline ones. She’d just finished watching some recent rom com. Before that, she’d spent time going over all their intel on Dynathon.
Her clothes and the new hair made her look like a smart scientist, but they didn’t suit her. Jet was made for color, and sassy comments, and fun. She was a breath of fucking fresh air.
She met his gaze, then poked her tongue out at him. He barely stifled a laugh.
They’d be landing in Paris soon. His gut tightened. Then the real work began.
“Sir, can I get you anything?”
