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Gabe dealt in, being either married with families or in stable careers as commercial airline pilots—except for Jace Garcia. The guy was a hothead, known for charging into situations like a bull, earning him the nickname Toro. He was smart, capable, and a bit crazy. Come to think of it, he’d probably fit in well with Gabe’s team. “There’s only one guy I can think of right now. Last I talked to him, he was flying corporate big wigs around Texas and hating every minute of it. I’ll give him a call, gauge his interest. Is there a way he can get in touch with you?”
    Gabe produced a business card and handed it over, then after a round of goodbyes, the SEALs left.
    Vaughn waited all of a half second before nailing Cam with a look that said, all right, spill it, and his hackles rose.
    “What?”
    “Where were you all night?”
    Cam’s jaw locked. “You know damn well,” he said through his teeth.
    “Yeah, that’s what I thought. That was a huge mistake, bro.”
    “I kinda figured that out when I woke up and found her gone.”
    Vaughn shook his head and picked up his coffee. “Now what are you gonna do?”
    “Can’t do anything till we get home.”
    “And then?” Vaughn prompted.
    He shrugged, pretending all kinds of nonchalance that he didn’t feel. “Then…I don’t know.”

Chapter Seven
    Washington, D.C.
    Cam turned up his collar against the icy November wind chasing dead leaves across the pavement and fought down a surge of envy as he waited for his informant to show. Jude and Libby had stayed in Key West for their honeymoon and were probably sitting together on the beach right this very minute, being all lovey-dovey with each other as they soaked in the beautiful weather.
    Three days home, and Cam would give anything to see the sun again. Winter had arrived early and brutally, pounding the east coast with ice and snow storms and shutting down several major cities in the process. Luckily, D.C. had avoided the worst of it, but the weather forecasters were not optimistic about that trend continuing and gleefully spoke of an impending Snow-pocalypse.
    He just hoped to be cozy at home before that happened.
    Cam glanced up and down the quiet street dotted with abandoned warehouses and boarded up buildings. This part of the city was dying, struggling for every breath, but cities needed places like this. In a few years, some politician would probably see the potential charm and get it in mind to clean up these streets and revamp the warehouses into condos for yuppies, leaving the homeless squatters like his informant, Soup, without a roof over their heads once again.
    Man, he wished he could get Soup some help, but if there was one thing he learned in his nine years on the force, you can’t help those that don’t want it. Soup was perfectly happy with his lot in life. Then again, Soup had all but pickled his brain and ruined a good career in banking with drugs and alcohol, so maybe he wasn’t the best judge of what was good for him.
    Happiness was relative anyway.
    Look at him, for example. He had a roof over his head, clothes on his back, food to eat, and a decent job that made him a comfortable living, and he was wallowing in misery.
    Three days home, and not a word from Eva. After several texts and the once-a-day messages he’d left on her voice mail had gone unanswered, he was starting to wonder if he’d ever hear from her again. Maybe he could drive by her place again when he left here—
    No, that was a little too stalker-ish for comfort. He’d already spent way more time thinking about her than was probably healthy. Which, really, was par for the course. Sometime early in their partnership, his affection for Eva had blossomed into something much more dangerous, something he absolutely shouldn’t have felt.
    Love. He was completely, head-over-ass in love with her.
    He couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment it happened. It was more like a bunch of little moments that added up over the years, like