was obviously cold.
Jack’s tongue felt too big for his mouth. His jeans felt too tight.
Christina was saying something. Asking him something. “What is it?”
“More background.” He closed the folder before he embarrassed himself.
Confronting Christina’s sheer physical perfection made him sharply aware of how much he had lost. The sniper in the Philippines had blown away more than his shoulder and his career. The terrorist bastard had hacked at his confidence.
He could still walk away, he thought. He was just passing through.
“Let’s go to your apartment,” he said. “I need to call my old man.”
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