Chapter 7

Fuck.

In the elevator I think I should talk

to Max. She’d have the latest reports from the field—Tomas’s name

should be in them. They’ll be classified but she’ll let me see

them, I know she will.

I pass my office and make it halfway

down the hall before her secretary stops me. “I’m sorry, Captain

Rickert,” she starts.

She’s a cute girl, with strawberry

curls and freckles that give her a perpetual tan. The smile she

gives me says she hopes I understand, but I brush by her for the

door. “Sir, Major Keagan isn’t to be disturbed—”

“She’s expecting me,” I

lie. Damn, it gets easier each time.

I push through the door. Behind her

desk, Max stands and glares at the intrusion. Her height, a few

inches taller than my six feet, is only enhanced by her slim figure

and the long, unbroken stretch of her drab-green uniform. Add in

the heels she favors and she seems to tower over us, disapproval

raining down. “Molly?”

Then her icy blue eyes glance my way