Dan was really good at countersurveillance and he’d have bet that they weren’t being followed. He was betting, with the most precious currency he had—Claire’s life.If he had had any feeling that they were being tagged, he’d have aborted the mission, no question.And Claire would have followed his lead, instantly, no question. She was good with strategy, he was good with tactics. Being with Claire on a mission felt like . . . like dancing with a superb partner. Their movements meshed, each willing to give the other primacy where their talents were strongest.It was teamwork at its finest, and he hadn’t had that since he’d retired from the Marines.Except in the Corps, though his fellow soldiers had been good men in a fight, they were also smelly and with skin like leather. They were called Leathernecks for a reason.Man, being on an op with a partner who was the most beautiful woman in the world, with eyes that could make you drown in them and a mouth that made you whimper . .
