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“Settle in. He’ll be done soon. Your man is tough and smart.”

“Were you in the SEALs too?”

“None of your business.”

She sighed. “Are you always like this?”

“Like what?”

“Um, grumpy, untalkative.”

“Been talking more than I usually do. Shit.”

“What? What is it?” She reached for her seatbelt. Why, she didn’t know. Wasn’t like she could get out there and help.

“Stay where you are,” Bain snapped. “Markovich wants to see you.”

“Oh. Shall I get out?”

“No.”

No. Right. He didn’t want to expand on that?

“Got it,” he said.

“Got what?” she asked, confused.

This time he turned to her. “Kent is going to let Markovich talk to you, but you stick right by me. You move more than three inches away from me and I’m gonna haul you back. You disobey me and first chance I get, I’m gonna blister your ass. Don’t care if you’re the boss’s girl or not, got me?”

“I-I got you.”

“My only focus is you. You are the body I am guarding. Everything goes to shit and I will get you out of there, my focus is not on anyone else and neither is yours. I am your world right now. Got me?”

“But Kent—”

“Can take care of himself. He’s got Zeke and Don there. It’s you and me, got it?”

“Got it.”

“You don’t talk to anyone without an okay from me or Kent, got it?”

“Yes.”

“And you stick to my left side. Not in front, not behind unless I tell you. Okay?”

“You’re making me really nervous.”

“Good. Nervous will mean you do as I say. Nervous is good. I’m going to get out and come around for you. Number one rule?”

“I do what you say.”

“And?”

“I stick close to you.”

“Right. Wait there.” He climbed out and moved cautiously around to her door. He opened it and leaned across her to undo her seatbelt which she had forgotten to do.

“Climb down,” he told her.