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Thursday

Mid-day

Getting into place took some time, and it was a rarity that Maura was able to run a mission without her captain standing guard over her. In fact, it was something that NEVER happened.

He was always so far up her ass making sure she was safe…

Not that she minded.

Really.

If her husband wanted to hover, she wasn’t saying no to that. It wasn’t like she was batshit insane. After years of denying that attraction to Jagger, at least now, they could act out their feelings.

And it was a marriage built in Heaven.

She was a lucky Marine.

Not having him there made her life a little easier since she didn’t have to worry about Jagger being in danger. Since the two of them switched protection roles, from Mikey O’ to her captain, and from his Doll to his major, going solo was nice.

As for the rest of the team, Dimitri and Heath could handle themselves, and the snakes…well, they were mercenaries.

They were more than safe.

Without Jagger on the scene, she could just get the job done.

The silence of the blacked-out vehicle ended when her husband reminded her for the tenth time in the last thirty minutes to be careful.

So much for not hovering.

Apparently, he could still find a way by using MATE as his medium of worry.

“Is everything clear?” Jagger asked again, as if he wasn’t seeing the exact stuff she was seeing.

They all had eyes on the location.

“Uh, Babe, it’s a street in New Orleans. There are people all over it. We’re just waiting for patrons to leave the dry-cleaning place so we can go in and shut it down. Then, we’ll know more.”

That’s why he made the same suggestion that he’d made a few times in the last hour.

“Maybe you should hold position, and let me show up. I can go in…”

The Major put a stop to that.

“J, come on,” she said, watching the building. “This is literally my job. Do you want to have an argument over this? Dimitri isn’t going to let me get shot, and neither is Heath. We’re good. I have a Russian mercenary, two Snakes, and a Heath with me.”

The big man reassured Jagger.

“We got her, J,” said Heath. “Your love muffin is safe with us.”

Jagger wasn’t amused.

“Uh, only she calls me that. You can call me Jagger, Captain, or to come pick up my wife. You can’t call me J. That’s a private thing. As for my ‘love muffin’…no thank you. That little term of endearment is not happening.”

Heath shrugged.

“Then stop acting like a bitch. She’s the Major. What’s the worst that’s going to happen? She goes psycho and shoots everyone?”

There was a pause as if he was considering the potential outcomes.

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