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But then, a thought occurred to me, and I lifted my head from Andrew’s chest, saying, “Jericho?”

“Yeah?”

“Where’s our plane?”

He let out a bark of laughter. “It’s right there.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” he said, grabbing my hand from Morgan’s chest and forcing what felt like a metal key into my palm. “I stole them from Mac. No way was I going to let him take off without all of us.”

“All of us?” I asked.

Jericho hugged me tight, sandwiching me between his broad chest and Andrew’s, and then his gravely voice was whispering in my ear.

“Yeah,” he said. “All of us. We’re a team now.” He kissed my ear, then the side of my head, then the top.

“Remember?”

“So, does that mean I can tell them your real name?” I asked.

“Wait,” Andrew replied. “You told her your real name? Even Morgan and I don’t know your real name!”

“These idiots?” Jericho asked, squeezing me tighter. “No. Absolutely not.”