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He grinned. “Yes.”

A round of handshakes and slaps on the back followed his news. “Congratulations, buddy,” Eli said. “You’re one blessed man.”

“Believe me, I know. Better than that, she agreed to a wedding soon.”

A soft whistle from Cal. “Good job.” His lips curved. “That’s sure to tick off the feds.”

“Doesn’t hurt my feelings any,” Rafe muttered.

David chuckled. “You used to be one of them.”

“I’m a reformed fed and take every opportunity to needle them.” He scowled. “Especially Jordan.”

“Not a fan?”

A snort. “Not in this lifetime. Jordan is a lot of things, but a team player isn’t one of them.”

The operative’s assessment matched David’s. Glancing at Eli, he asked, “What time will Zane be at work?”

“Early. His wife and son are early risers. Need him?”

“Yeah, but I don’t want to wake him.”

“Send an email. If you text, he’ll respond immediately.” Eli squeezed David’s shoulder. “Rest while you can. Things will heat up soon.”

In his room, David called his brothers and shared the news about his engagement. When he finally ended the call, he debated sending Zane an email and opted to wait and text the tech wizard later in the morning.

After readying himself for bed, David stretched out on the comforter, fully dressed except for his tactical boots. Praying for a few hours of uninterrupted rest, he went to sleep between one heartbeat and the next.

He rose sometime later when Emma’s bedroom door opened. “Are you okay, Emma?”

A soft gasp. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

He looked down at her beloved face. “You’re up early.”

“I slept.”

“Uh huh.” His lips twitched. “Are you hungry?”

Her stomach growled.

He chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes.” David threaded his fingers through hers and started toward the stairs. “Come on. Let’s see what we can find in the kitchen.”

Jon turned from the stove when they walked into the room. “Morning. Hope you’re hungry.”

Emma gaped at the volume of food on the breakfast bar. “Good grief! You could feed an army with that amount of food.”

The sniper lifted one shoulder. “We burn calories.”

“I can’t imagine your grocery bill,” she muttered.

One by one, the other operatives drifted into the room and filled their plates.

“Better choose what you want,” David murmured to Emma. “I’ve seen these guys eat. There won’t be enough to feed a mouse in a few minutes.”

“I believe it.” She grabbed a plate and added small portions of everything.

When they finished the meal, David sat on the outdoor couch with Emma and called Owen. “Any problems after we left?”

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