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and appreciated the view out of the floor to ceiling windows on the other side of the open space of the living room. The two story stone fireplace stood as a sentinel between the windows. The backdrop of the Blue Ridge Mountains completed the majestic view.
    “It never gets old, does it?” Bethany asked.
    Jerking his head around, he smiled. “No, this place is really great.”
    “But not for you?” she added, with a knowing grin.
    Chuckling, he dropped his head. “No, you’re right about that. I’m afraid I can’t live without my little house full of animals.”
    She walked by, touching his arm as she moved passed. “You have a good soul, Blaise.” As she disappeared down the hall, she called out over her shoulder, “Don’t worry. You’ll find her.”
    Jolted out of his musings, he jogged down the stairs to the conference room—the hub of the Saint’s compound. The compound consisted of a spacious conference room, complete with computer equipment, security monitoring screens for the security aspect of the business, secure video conferencing equipment used for the many virtual meetings with government officials, and Luke’s station where he managed to hack into most systems needed. Other rooms were filled with ammunition, weapons, safety equipment, and just about anything else they might need. A locker room, complete with bunk beds, was in another area for times when they worked around the clock at the compound.
    Luke, already on his second cup of coffee, held his hand out, obviously sure that Blaise would be bringing the security tapes from Chuck’s. Accepting it, he immediately popped it into one of his computers.
    Marc plopped down in a chair, staring at the empty plate in his hand. Running his fingers through his hair, he complained, “Boss, I hate to sound ungrateful, but do you think Bethany could make bigger cobblers? I gobbled this up in no time.”
    Jack laughed, saying, “Maybe you should eat more breakfast before you come!”
    “I do, but it’s not nearly as good as what she bakes!” Turning to see Monty coming into the room, Marc added, “Hey, you’re engaged to the famous cupcake baker. How come you don’t come in with some of her goodies when we meet?”
    The quiet-natured, former FBI agent looked at him as one would a petulant child. “Marc, as big as you are, you’d eat up all her profits.”
    Blaise slapped his friend on the back as he sat down next to him. “Looks like you’re on your own, buddy.”
    Cam and Bart came in next, the two best friends good-naturedly bantering amongst themselves.
    “Bartholomew is a perfectly good name. I can’t understand why you wouldn’t name your kid after me!”
    Cam rolled his eyes, answering, “You know my parents. And Miriam’s. Both sets are about as traditional as they come. If it’s a boy, he’ll be named after our fathers.”
    Jude, just polishing off his treat, grinned. “But which father’s name will be first?” Chad, still eating, just grinned. He and his wife had already named their unborn daughter and he was glad it was not a boy.
    Cam’s face fell as he sat down. Appearing disconcerted, he admitted, “We don’t have a decision yet and it’ll be a fuckin’ battle no matter which one we choose.”
    “All the more reason to name him after me!” Bart insisted.
    “Got her!” Luke called out, instantly sobering the group as Blaise jumped up and peered over Luke’s shoulder.
    “I’ll send it to the screen,” Luke said, projecting the image on the large white board on the wall.
    Blaise continued to stand as he watched the bar video from the previous night. Luke had started with the inside views. There she is! The group watched as she walked in, unassumingly, looking around before quickly taking the bar stool at the very end. It was obvious her eyes continued to dart around at first. “She’s checking out the place. She appears uncomfortable,” Blaise said.
    Her eyes then landed on the bowl of peanuts in front of her.