“IT’S A HIGH-TRAFFIC AREA IN broad daylight,” Emily said. “Nothing’s going to happen.”

Ryan stood with arms folded over his wide chest, his expression hard and angry. Nick didn’t look much better. The rest of the guys were in full mission-planning mode, so they weren’t nearly as pissed off as her lover and her sister’s fiancé. After Mustafa called, she and Ian had sent for HOT so they could start to prepare for the operation to rescue the hostages. They needed to be ready to go when she got the location out of her contact. They most likely wouldn’t go until it was dark, but they would get into position long before then. As soon as the time was right, they’d descend on the Freedom Force’s hideout and liberate the hostages.

Emily’s heart fluttered with excitement and apprehension. Soon, if all went well, they’d know where Linda Cooper and her colleagues were. And Linda would be reunited with her husband before another day passed.

“I don’t like it,” Ryan said. “He knows we’re planning something, and he threw a curveball to disrupt those plans.”

“Damn straight,” Nick said. “He wants the money. He doesn’t give a damn what happens to the hostages.”

Emily rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I think we can all agree that Hassan Mustafa doesn’t care about the hostages. That doesn’t mean he’s lying. He wants the money. The Freedom Force is moving the hostages tonight, which means no money for him. I think it’s obvious what’s at stake here.”

“We have no choice,” Matt said. “This is the mission, and this is what we’re dealing with. Emily’s the contact. But she doesn’t have to go without backup.”

Ian leaned against the wall in one corner of the room, arms crossed, surveying everyone with interest. “If Emily doesn’t go to that meeting, you guys can kiss those hostages good-bye. Is that what you want?”

Ryan whirled on him. “What I want is Emily safe. Excuse me for not wanting the woman carrying my child to go to a fucking meeting with a greedy asshole who thinks it’s okay to blow up women and children for a cause.”

“He’s not blowing anyone up,” Ian said. “Not today. He wants the money. I’m not sure why this is so hard for you to comprehend. Must be an Army thing. I’ve always heard you don’t have to be too bright to join the Army, but I never realized how true it was until today.”

“You motherfucker,” Ryan growled, taking a step toward where Ian stood.

Nick reached up and grabbed him by the collar, stopping his forward motion.

“At ease, you assholes,” Matt said, his voice raised, each word firing into the air like a bullet. “Now’s not the time for this shit.”

Ryan shrugged off Nick’s hand and stood there looking like he could chew steel for breakfast. Emily wanted to go over and touch his arm, assure him it would be all right. But she also wanted to smack him. He’d said he wouldn’t interfere, and yet he’d done nothing except try to stop her from meeting with Mustafa from the minute he’d walked into this room.

He didn’t trust her to do the job she’d come here to do, and it infuriated her. He insisted on treating her like she was the same broken creature she’d been when HOT had found her in the terrorist camp near Ras al-Dura. She wasn’t that person any longer. She hadn’t been for a long time, and he was a big part of the reason. He’d listened to her and given her encouragement—but clearly that encouragement only went so far as doing what he thought she should be doing. So long as she’d been a college student grappling with classes and dating, he’d been satisfied.

He didn’t understand that this was who she really was. That she was tough and capable and that she wanted to be useful in the way he was useful. She was tough, even if she sometimes got scared. Who didn’t get scared from time to time? But that didn’t make her a coward. She was finally realizing that.

Ian looked at his watch. “We’ve got two hours. I suggest you stop arguing and get down to planning, or this entire op is going to hell faster than a preacher stealing from the collection plate. I’d rather not have to tell my boss that HOT is one big fucking failure. And I’m sure every one of you jerks would rather dance naked in a minefield than tell Mendez you couldn’t get your shit together and rescue the people you came here to save.”

“We aren’t leaving without those hostages,” Matt said tightly. “You worry about the money and let us take care of the rest.”

“I’d love to… but your boys here can’t seem to get past the idea that Emily’s involved. You try sending someone else in there, Mustafa could run and those hostages will be on the nightly news by tomorrow night. It has to be Emily. He trusts her.”

Ian had other operatives, sure, but none of them had the singular experience of having been inside the Freedom Force. That was what set her apart and what made Mustafa talk to her more than he had anyone else that Ian had ever sent. She knew the proper forms of address and modes of conduct, the way to massage his ego while still getting what she wanted out of him. She wasn’t certain it was a matter of trust so much as comfortable familiarity.

She glanced at Ryan. He was watching her with a look of such anguish on his face that her heart cracked just a little bit.

“It’s daylight,” she said again. “It’ll be safe. I’ll be in and out.”

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If he’d had a worst nightmare, this would be it. Ryan watched Emily sitting with Ian Black and counting money before they stuffed the five bundles of one thousand hundred-dollar bills into a canvas messenger bag. She was about to walk out of here with that bag, out into the hot, dusty street where she’d make her way to the café near the market again.

Yeah, it was daylight and they could see everyone coming and going from the place, but he still didn’t like it. Emily, the woman he’d made love to last night, the woman who rocked his world and had his baby in her belly, was about to don a full abaya and slip out to meet a terrorist while carrying enough money to choke a horse.

When she finished counting the money, she looked up and caught his gaze. He jerked his chin toward the door. He wasn’t sure she’d go, but she stood and made her way toward it. When she slipped out, he went behind a few seconds later. The flash of her blond hair disappeared up the stairs and he followed, taking them two at a time until he hit the landing and found her standing at her bedroom door. She held it open and he went over and stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. She’d gone over to sit on the bed.

The bed they’d done so many amazing things together in last night.

“I know you’re upset,” she said, spreading her hands on her legs. “But I’ve told you from the beginning that I had a job to do.”

He wanted to say that it was too dangerous, but the words stuck in his throat. How many times had he said them already?

“It’s half a million in cash. He wants the money. He won’t care who delivers it. It doesn’t have to be you.”

She snorted. “He’s paranoid. Of course he cares who delivers it. If one of you shows up, looking like you do—all big and muscular and meaner than a rattlesnake—he’s going to slip away like he was never there. I have to be there, and I have to be sitting in the same place I always sit—or as near to it as possible if the table’s taken. You’ll be outside, Ryan. If something happens, you’ll bust in and get me out.”

Yeah, he damn well would. No matter what the cost to himself.

She stood and came over to him, tilted her head up to look at him. “I’m not happy with you right now, but I understand why you want to stop me. What I need you to realize is that you can’t. And that you trust I’m the right person for this job. I’m the only one with the skills and knowledge, Ryan.”

Fuck. “I trust you. It’s not about that. It’s about this fucking place, about everything that could go wrong out there. About our baby, our future.”

“I know this is about our future—why do you think it’s so important to me? I have to prove myself, prove I’m an asset and not a security risk. If I can’t do that—” She swallowed, her brown eyes glistening. “I can’t let my mistakes color this child’s life.”

“You don’t know that they will. He’ll have the same opportunities as anyone.”

She shook her head. “You really don’t understand what it’s like to be me. I’ve told you how important this is to me, Ryan. I won’t sit this one out to make you feel better. You need to get over it and focus on the mission.”

He reeled as if she’d slapped him. “I am focused.”

“You aren’t. You’re as scattered as a cat chasing ten mice. You need to snap out of it.”

He growled. And then he grasped her by the upper arms and dragged her in close. “I’m focused, honey. Focused on you and our child. I’ll be on your ass out there, and if that fucker so much as looks at you cross-eyed, I’m coming in. I protect what’s mine, Emily—and you’re mine. I don’t care what the fuck you think about us getting married or any half-assed ideas you have about being a single mother. It’s not going down that way. You’re marrying me, even if I have to take you bound and gagged to the preacher. And don’t think I won’t do it, either. Brandy will fucking help me. Victoria won’t say a word.”

Her eyes were like saucers, but she wasn’t struggling to get away. And then her gaze dropped to his mouth, and he shuddered with the force of his need for her. Right now. Every day. He needed her in his life. In his bed.

He needed her. Ryan blinked with the realization that he’d somehow come to need a specific person in his life. How had it happened? Did that mean he loved her?

Holy shit, that’s exactly what it meant. For months now, she’d been a part of his life, a comfortable part that he took for granted like a television or a cell phone. He’d expected her to always be there, and when she hadn’t been, he’d felt betrayed. Lost. He’d spent two months quietly stewing about the fact that she’d left him.

And now she was here, in his arms, and she was about to leave him again. It terrified him.

Her brow pleated in concern, and he knew his expression must have changed pretty dramatically. “You okay, Ry?”

“Yeah,” he said past the huge knot in his throat. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. She came willingly, slipping her arms around his waist and laying her head over his heart. She was small and soft, and he lifted his hand to stroke her hair. He wanted to tell her what he felt, what he’d realized.

But a part of him held back. If he told her now, would he throw her off her game with Mustafa? Would she be distracted?

“I like that you care,” she said, her voice muffled against his chest. “Maybe I’ll marry you after all.”

He snorted. “Already told you there’s no choice.”

“There’s always a choice.”

“Not this time, honey.”

She pushed away until she could look into his eyes. “I think we have a lot to talk about.”

“Yeah, I think we do.”

Someone pounded on the door and Emily flinched. But she didn’t take her eyes from his.

“Showtime,” she whispered.

“Hey, you two in there?” Fiddler shouted. “We’ve got to get moving.”

“Coming,” Ryan answered. But not before he kissed Emily. He lowered his head and captured her mouth. She melted into him, her body pliant and soft, her mouth responsive and sweet.

It was a hot, desperate kiss filled with too many emotions to name. And it was over all too soon. Emily broke away first, her fingers curling into his shirt as she pushed him back.

“We have to go, Ry. Time to find Linda Cooper and her colleagues.”

There was a ball of despair sitting in his gut. “As soon as this is over, we’re talking. About everything and anything.”

She smiled. “I know. I can’t wait.”