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DRIFT
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EIGHT YEARS AGO
Parker would have no problem holding his own, but she wanted
to avoid that battle until she turned eighteen—and then Griffin
couldn’t say anything at all. Well, he could and probably would,
but it wouldn’t matter. She and Parker would be engaged soon.
The headlights lit her from behind, casting her shadow on
the sidewalk in front of her. Great. She was going to get busted.
She turned and lifted her hand to shield her face, the glare
of the headlights blinding her momentarily. Trepidation shot
through her as the van stopped. A shiver raced up her spine.
She was being silly. She was in Chesapeake Harbor, for good-
ness’ sake. Nothing bad ever happened in Chesapeake Harbor.
A man stepped out of the van, and instinct bade her to run,
her internal warning flaring red hot.
The man moved toward her, and despite the shelter of her
hometown, she heeded her instincts, turning to run. Whoever
he was, she could face them with Parker at her side. She was
only a half mile from the park.
Heavy footfalls echoed after her. He was chasing her.
Panic flashed. Something was wrong. Very wrong.
As the man closed in on her, she hollered, “Parker!” praying
maybe, just maybe, Parker hadn’t made it to the park yet and
would hear her.
The man called her a name that made her ears burn. Who
was he? Certainly no one she knew.
Tears beaded in her eyes as she ran as fast as her slender legs
would carry her. Racing for Parker and safety.
A thick hand clamped down on her shoulder, another wrap-
ping around her throat. She kicked and screamed, but the man
only tightened his grip. A nasty odor enveloped her face, a cloth
smothering her nose and mouth. She blinked, and everything
went black.
Dr. Isaiah Bedan entered the lab Ebeid built for him—designed,
it appeared, to his exact specifications. A combination of trepida-
tion and searing joy surged through his limbs. This is it. This one
act would be regarded as the zenith of his life’s work. He was
creating something others had only dreamt about. Yes, it would
cause destruction, but that’s what they deserved—destruction
and decimation.
Bedan appraised the finest in lab equipment and, much to
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“You did a great job,” Luke said. All eyes swung toward
him, and he stuffed his hands into his pockets, feeling the sting
of uncertainty. “But we’ve got a far more lethal threat on our
doorstep.”
Kate stood, her gaze wary. “Luke?”
He surveyed the room, especially taking note of the addi-
tions to the group. His friend Mack, stationed behind a desk
in the Baltimore office because of a permanent on-assignment
injury, kept tabs on Luke’s loved ones. If Malcolm knew, he’d
be furious, but Mack was gracious enough to keep updates
strictly between him and Luke. They had come up with a coded
system so Luke’s loved ones stayed safe, and so none of them,
or his attachment to them, could be used against him or them.
He didn’t check in as often as he wanted to, but in his weak
moments . . .
That was how he knew Griffin had married and that Kate
never had—which gave him hope. But he was a fool to think
she’d ever forgive him or that he could ever again be the man
she deserved. He was tainted by his job, by actions taken and
choices made. Yes, they’d been in service to his country, but
he was finding the assignments harder and harder to swallow.
Declan’s cell rang.
“You’re going to want to take that,” Luke said.
Declan lifted his phone and strode out of the room. “Grey,”
he answered. “Yes . . .” His voice trailed off as a door opened
and shut down the hall.
Luke shifted his hands in his pockets.
“What happened to you?” Kate asked. “Looks like you got
into a battle with a curling wand.”
Luke lifted his hand to his face. He hadn’t even realized he’d
been burned. “There was an explosion.”
America. There still was a purpose, but it was one he was ready
to be done with, ready to face down once and for all.
He looked to Declan as the door swung shut behind Katie.
“She’s never going to forgive me, is she?”
“Would you?” Declan asked.
No. He wouldn’t, and he couldn’t expect Katie to either. He
couldn’t be the man she wanted, not anymore.
“Let’s head back into the front room and get started,” Declan
said, moving for the door. “You have a lot to catch us up on.”
Luke nodded and followed Declan out to the curved sofa that
the gang was seated around. There was an open spot beside
Katie, but he leaned against a wooden post instead, Declan
beside him. Everyone was present except Avery, who Parker
said would be right back. She’d just run to grab something
from their office down the hall.
Luke exhaled. “Where do you want me to start?”
Declan rubbed his hands together. “Let’s start with the an-
thrax.”
“I know—” Parker paused and smiled at Avery as she entered
the room and passed between him and Luke.
A shot pierced the glass. Shock paled Avery’s face, and
Luke lunged forward, knocking her to the ground. “Everyone
down!”
Another round of shots cracked the windows along the back
wall above the sofa, shards of glass cascading around them.
Parker army crawled to Avery, horror on his face. “Avery?”
Her breathing was labored, and blood seeped from her
shoulder.
“She’ll be okay,” Luke said, having made a rapid but sure
assessment. “Someone call 9-1-1. We need an ambulance.” That
was a luxury he often couldn’t afford when undercover in the
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love’s killer and to be at his current love’s side. He’d made the
right choice by staying, at least in Luke’s mind, but what did
he know about relationships anymore?
After Griffin and Finley departed, Parker said, “It’s late. I
appreciate you all being here, but it’s not necessary. Take Tan-
ner home, Declan.”
Declan looked to Tanner and nodded. “Kate, how about
you take my second guest bedroom? Tanner and I haven’t been
comfortable with you staying alone since the shootout on the
boat, and after tonight—”
“Shootout?” Luke could feel his eyes widening, his brows
hiking. What were they talking about?
“It’s a long story,” Kate said.
“One I’m very interested in hearing,” he replied.
“One that can wait until morning,” Declan said.
“I’m fine,” Kate said. “I’ll stay on my boat.”
“Katie,” Luke said.
She gave him an are-you-kidding-me look of exasperation.
“I can take care of myself.”
“I’m sure, but . . . why don’t you stay with me?” Luke countered.
“What?” she and Declan said at the same time.
“I would feel best if we stick together. I have a motel room.
You can take the bed. I’ll take the floor.”
Declan looked at Kate.
She swallowed. “I’ll stay on my boat.”
Stubborn woman. “Fine, then I’m staying with you,” Luke
said.
“No, you’re not.”
“Yes. I am.”
“And we’re exiting this throwback to a decade ago,” Declan
said, taking Tanner’s hand and turning to Luke. “See you at