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scent of his soap on her skin teasing his
already-primed senses. All he wanted to do was sink into her wet
heat and chase away the memories of the last two years with every
thrust. He’d be lucky if she didn’t stab him in the back in the
middle of his orgasm.
    He shook his head at his foolish fantasies
and got up to check on her, only to find her dead to the world in
his bed—her hair lying like wet ropes against her pale skin and her
body restless even in sleep. She wore a pair of his sweats that
swallowed her whole, and her feet were bare and delicate.
    Gabe covered her with a blanket and touched
the curve of her cheek with his fingers. She curled into his hand,
nuzzling against him. He couldn’t stop the pain that clutched his
heart as he remembered how their daughter had always done the same
thing. He turned and walked away before he could do something
stupid like get in bed beside her and just hold her.
    Gabe took his own shower and changed into
black cargo pants and a black T-shirt. He spent the rest of the
flight buried in work and keeping his personal life locked away.
And when Grace woke a few hours later—so they could refuel the
plane and their stomachs—her hair was rebraided, she was dressed in
the black jeans and green silk blouse he’d put in the closet for
her, and she sat across from him without uttering a word, content
to pass the time with a book she’d found on his desk.
    It was dusk when they left Heathrow. A
gloomy drizzle settled over the city and gleamed in the
streetlights like dirty diamonds. Logan handled the black Mercedes
with ease, weaving in and out of the London streets with
familiarity. Gabe sat with Grace in the backseat, answering
questions as she read through the files again.
    “We’ve got company, boss,” Logan said,
meeting his eyes in the rearview mirror. “They’re trained. Two
cars—one black, one tan—trading off positions since we left the
airport.”
    “Open the screen,” Gabe said and turned to
stare at Grace. “Who have you been pissing off lately?”
    “This tail isn’t for me. I’ve been off the
grid for two years.”
    “Yeah, but I was able to find you.”
    “Fine, maybe they’re here for me. Pull over
and I’ll ask them nicely before I put a bullet between their
eyes.”
    “You’ve always been a charmer, Grace.”
    “If shooting them is out, maybe you should
ask yourself if anyone knows Frank Bennett sent you this
information.” She held up the file in question. “There are
obviously leaks in Frank’s office, or he wouldn’t be dead.”
    Gabe grunted in agreement and waited while
Logan flipped a switch on the dashboard. A 6 x 6 television screen
came into view, showing a full view of the traffic behind them.
    “Do you want me to lose them?”
    “Not yet. Let’s see if we can get an
identification. Slow down a little.”
    Logan did as he was told while Gabe opened
his satellite phone and pressed a number on speed dial. He switched
on speakerphone and kept his eyes on the screen as it rang. The
voice that answered was amused. “This is Dragon at command. Looks
like you brought back trouble, Ghost. I’ve been watching the drama
unfold from my laptop.”
    “Do you have a visual?” Gabe asked.
    “I’ve got a partial face of the driver of a
black Audi. The windows are tinted, so that might delay things a
bit until I can get the image cleaned up. I’ll run it through the
system and see if we get lucky first, though. The plates are
bogus.”
    “What about the second vehicle?”
    “I don’t see the secondary vehicle. Are you
sure there’s another?”
    “We’re coming up to an exit off the
motorway,” Logan said. “They’ll switch places.”
    The inside of the car was tense with silence
as they all watched the black sedan take the next exit.
    “I still don’t have a visual on the
replacement vehicle,” Dragon said.
    “He’ll be there,” Logan growled. “I know how
to spot a tail, boy.”
    “Settle down, Grim Reaper,” Dragon