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ready,” Kagan said before he turned and walked down the driveway. A car was waiting, and he ducked inside it while it sat on the curb with its lights off.
    Saxon nodded before moving on toward the house. He swept back his jacket to show his shield to the man standing in the entryway. There was a flash of red laser as the badge was scanned, and Saxon pressed his hand flat on a screen to confirm his identification. The screen chirped approval and the guard moved out of his way.
    â€œYou agreed?” Vitus was standing in the hallway. What would have been the dining room of the house was a communications center with computers and phones. Large flat-screen monitors were secured to the walls where family pictures would normally be. They lived the way they did so that the rest of the world could have normal dining rooms. Saxon didn’t have any regrets.
    â€œLeave her alone,” Vitus said. “I mean that, brother.”
    â€œI’m not going to touch her.” Saxon defended himself. “But you can bet I am not letting Tyler think we’re just going to let him slide. Ryland is the key. I plan to make sure that bastard sees me watching him.”
    â€œThat’s dangerous,” Vitus said.
    â€œThere was a time you would have called it ballsy,” Saxon shot back.
    â€œThat too,” Vitus agreed. “I just thought you were old enough to think with your brain these days.”
    â€œI’m not the one thinking with my cock,” Saxon responded. “You’re letting your association with that girl influence your decision. She’s a good trigger point, and those are too hard to come by in men like Ryland. If we want Tyler, we’re going to have to take risks.”
    Vitus knew it. He turned and went down the hall to the back door and went into the garage looking for his bike. He took a moment to pull on a leather jacket and helmet before taking off back down the driveway. The night air was crisp, chilling his neck. It was the time of night when construction crews were working on the roads to avoid tying up commuters. He checked the small screen that was in the side of his helmet for the road closures and avoided the traffic, slipping into the driveway of his house a few minutes later.
    His teenage neighbor was still gaming, the window flashing with the light from the kid’s big-screen television. Vitus pulled his bike into the garage and walked up to the house. He disarmed the security system, then reentered it the moment he was sure he was alone in the house. He slipped the gun he’d pulled from behind the refrigerator back into its concealed hiding place before he stripped.
    His jacket made a clunking sound when he laid it over a chair. The Medal of Honor was still in his pocket. He fished it out, taking a moment to consider it. When he’d first received his trident and became an active duty SEAL, he’d accepted the fact that he might earn such an award and that it very well might be awarded posthumously.
    Part of him felt like that was the case tonight. There was something dead inside him, something he wanted to bury, but something that refused to go quietly to the grave.
    And he’d been stupid enough to kiss her tonight, which meant there wasn’t going to be any peace for him anytime soon.
    Way to go Squid, thinking with your dick.
    And his heart, but there was no reason to admit just how big of a fool he was. Damascus didn’t need any help getting him to dance to her tune.
    None at all.
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    â€œI have plans for my daughter,” Congressman Jeb Ryland stated.
    â€œSo get busy telling her what they are,” Tyler Martin answered him.
    â€œI intend to,” Jeb Ryland shot back. “You just make sure you keep those Hale brothers away from her. I saw both of them tonight.”
    The last of the guests were departing, allowing Jeb time to deal with details.
    â€œI noticed,” Tyler said. “Not that it