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pain, confirmed it. Definitely
far from over.
    McKoy redirected the conversation, thank God.
“So tell me about K-SAR. Search and rescue for hire? I thought SAR
was a volunteer thing.”
    “Sanctioned SAR is,” Spencer corrected,
thankful to be talking about something other than his love life.
“Kathryn tends to dabble in the gray.”
    McKoy lifted his brow as he thrust out his
chin. “Anything illegal?”
    Spencer didn't much appreciate the tone in
the probie's voice. “No, nothing like that. She was a coordinator
with the state's search and rescue command team for years before
branching out into the private sector after being told one too many
times that they didn't have the resources for something. She runs
her company the same way she runs her searches, with 100%
conviction. She gets what she wants when she wants it.” Spencer
clenched his fists tighter in an effort to control his voice, to
hold back the lust thickening his tone, driving his need to see her
again. To touch her and hold her. They were on a mission, for
Christ's sake. His lust had to take a back seat.
    Snyder glanced at his watch. “Time to run,
literally. Probie, try and keep up.”
    McKoy hurried after Snyder.
    Spencer watched them disappear into the
darkness before touching his mic. He muttered a curse when he
realized it was still on VOX. Reluctantly he said, “This is Allen.
Awaiting assignment.”
    “Go home,” Weber ordered.
    No way did he hear him correctly. “Sir?”
    “You've been emotionally compromised,
Allen.”
    The fuck he had. “I'm fine. Our mission is
not complete. We don't walk away.”
    “I don't want a repeat of the last time you
and Ms. Davis were together.”
    Jesus Christ. Did everyone know about that?
“Understood.” When Weber didn't say anything else, Spencer
prompted. “Sir? My assignment?”
    “Head to base camp.”
    Spencer had already started after Snyder and
McKoy.
    “And Allen? If you screw up another one of
our finds because of her, I won't stop the board from booting your
ass out this time. Hell, I may just do it myself.”
     
     
     
THREE
     
    Kat Davis hated insomnia. Despised it. But,
she reasoned as she drove to base camp, in her profession it
actually worked to her advantage. Getting callouts in the middle of
the night rarely woke her. It was a part of life. At least her life.
    The nightmares didn't recur nearly as much as
they used to, but they were still there, just waiting for her to
let her guard down. To this day, eighteen years after she'd been
lost for two days, she had yet to go back into those woods behind
her parents' house for fear whatever monsters that hadn't taken her
before would still be there, waiting.
    Kat pulled in a deep breath and let it out to
clear her head of that dark time. Maybe she should call Rand. Her
logistics officer had a sixth sense when it came to her requests.
Talking with him would at least keep her mind off the nerves
spiking her heart rate at seeing a certain tall, dark, and
ridiculously handsome man with smoky gray eyes.
    Her cell phone rang. She recognized the
number and hit her Bluetooth to answer. “I was just thinking about
you, Rand.”
    “Did it include calling me any good
four-letter words?”
    “Sorry. Not this time.”
    “I'm not pissing you off enough then,
clearly.” His British accent had faded over the years, but she
still heard it there. “Fine day for a search, don't you think?”
    “What have you got for me?”
    “Becker is at basecamp with the Com Van now.
We've got ground, horse, mobile, and dog units all awaiting your
arrival.”
    “No deployment?”
    Rand's chuckle rumbled into the line. “I've
been with you long enough to know your rules, Kat. No search
deployment after dark or before sun up. That ground pounder's
busted ankle because he couldn't see where he was going still eats
at me.”
    Good. He shouldn't have gone around her and
deployed her teams into the field before sunrise. The risk
outweighed the potential reward and