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“Take all the coffee out,” Hunter barked.

Cady turned and smirked at him. “You were saying?”

“You are such a brat.”

“If I can’t have it then I don’t see why I should suffer through watching the rest of you drinking it.”

“You okay, baby?” Hunter walked over and rubbed her back.

“Oh, she’s fine. It’s the rest of us who are suffering,” Curt said. “What she needs is a good spanking.”

“I agree.”

What surprised him was that it was Cady that spoke not Hunter. She gave Hunter a look.

“We’re at work,” Hunter barked then stood and moved back to the head of the table. “Come on, Andrews, we don’t have all fucking day.”

Curt half-turned to look down at Cady, who stared at Hunter with a look of hunger. “He’s worried about something happening to you. It’s totally understandable.”

Hunter’s loud voice barking out demands covered their conversation.

“Yeah. This is a control freak’s worst nightmare.” Cady ran her hand over her stomach. “He doesn’t like feeling helpless. Knowing he can’t take over, that he can’t do this for me; it kills him. He’s worried something will go wrong with the birth, that he’ll mess up at being a dad.”

“He’ll be a great dad.”

“I know, just wish he believed it.”

“A bit overprotective, of course,” he added. “Poor girl probably won’t go on a date until she’s thirty.”

“Thirty? I was thinking fifty.”

They grinned at each other.

“I’m still going to get you back for taking away my coffee.”

She winked.

Travis cleared his throat, and they all looked over at him. “All right, let’s start.”

“Finally,” Hunter growled, tapping his fingers against the desk.

Travis and Jace ignored him.

Travis turned to look at him, and Curt just knew. “This is about the op we ran to rescue Jenna Jasons.”

His heart beat faster, nerves on edge. He sat forward. “What about it?”

Travis met his gaze. “You know the family, right?”

Curt nodded. “You know I was married to her cousin, Amelia.”

“How well do you know her dad?”

“David Jasons? He knew my dad. They served together in the marines. David got out after one tour and went to work for his father. My Dad stayed in. They kept in touch.”

Even though they came from very different backgrounds, the two men had gotten along. Curt’s father came from a poor family. He’d entered the marines at sixteen because he’d had seven younger siblings, and his parents were dirt poor. He’d found he liked being a marine. David Jasons had come from a wealthy family. He’d become a marine because it was a tradition. Like a rite of passage or some such shit.

“That’s how I met Amelia. Why? What’s he got to do with any of this?”


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