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“It’s not about the money,” Killian growled.
Cain held up his hands. “I know.”
“She’s like a sister to me. I don’t want her hurt.”
“I know. I told you that I’d protect her from any danger.”
“It’s not the danger that I’m worried about.”
Cain jerked his head up, and met his friend’s gaze.
Killian gave him a long look, reminding Cain why the man had once been one of the best spies in the CIA.
“You take care with her, Cain. She’s tough, and has a smart mouth, but she’s soft under the shell.”
“I know.”
Then Killian’s lips curved. “Maybe she’s just what you need.”
Cain half laughed. “I’m a lifer, Hawke. I’m in too deep. My boots are stuck firmly in the muck.” And he knew that filth would never wash off.
“You can get free if you want to,” Killian said quietly. “For the right reason. I’m an example of that.”
Cain shook his head and started toward the door. “Not for me.”
“We’ll see. Oh, and Cain—” Killian’s voice dropped to Arctic temperatures “—if she gets hurt in any way, I’m coming for you.”
CHAPTERFOUR
Tugging on the hem of her jacket, Jet stared at herself in the mirror.
She didn’t look totally different, but she also did. She was polished, a little more conservative, a touch boring.
She wasn’t Hex anymore. Now she was Sara Mardis.
She wore a skirt suit in navy blue, with a pale-blue shirt underneath. Her hair had been cut slightly shorter than her norm into a sleek bob, and all her pink was gone.Boo.She touched the ends. Her makeup was nice, but sensible.
“Here.” Hadley held out some pumps. “Not too high, not too low.”
Jet took them and slipped them on.
Hadley crossed her arms. “Transformation complete.”
Jet wrinkled her nose. “It’s a bit boring.”
“You’re undercover. That’s the point.”
Jet turned sideways. “Do I look like a genius-drone-scientist-turned-corporate-espionage-traitor-bad-guy?”
Hadley pulled a face, and she still looked beautiful. She had an effortless elegance that Jet had always envied.
“The bad guys don’t always look bad,” Hadley said.
As a former MI6 agent, Hadley would know.
Jet fluffed her hair. “Well, I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”
Her friend caught her gaze in the mirror. “For the mission where you’ll be spending twenty-four hours a day with a certain smoking-hot spy?”
