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Dakota lifted a brow.

“Why don’t I like the way that sounds?” he asked. “For some reason, that makes me twitchy.”

Eve kissed him on the cheek.

“All of the Marines are going to be in the swamp, lying in wait, and then handling the boat.”

He stared at his pregnant wife like she’d lost her mind.

“IN THE WATER?” he asked, looking at her face, then her belly, and then back to her face again.

Rogue wasn’t laughing either.

“You’re putting my wife in the swamp?” he asked. “With the other snakes and I’m not talking about Eve?”

She tried to calm them down.

“Listen, this is a big boat. Merry, pull up the picture,” she said, and the woman did.

When the website was on MATE, that’s when they realized it.

Greyson pointed it out.

“That’s Shing Reung,” Greyson admitted. “Fang’s right-hand asshole. He just might be there.”

She was aware.

“We found it when Merry was booking it out for the night.”

It looked as if that was one more problem solved.

They found him.

Okay, well, that made their jobs a little easier. If anyone knew about Fang’s plans, it was Shing.

“That was once a gambling boat. We all know how big they are, and it’s going to be suspicious when no one else shows up. Buying out the whole cruise to look at gators?”

The one man gasped.

“There are going to be gators?” Dakota asked. “Oh, Jesus. I’m not surviving this pregnancy,” he said. “My son and wife are going to be the death of me.”

His one friend rubbed it in.

“Wait until the baby is alive and can fall or disappear,” Zayn said, busting his ass.

Dakota flipped him off.

“HE TAUGHT HER!” he accused, talking about MATE.

The system hummed and MATE appeared.

“You called me ‘her’. You love me. You really, really love me. Can I bunk with you two?”

Zayn wasn’t amused.

Not.

At.

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