Page 83 of Dangerous Devotion

The training was about to begin, and there was no scrape of metal chairs on the concrete mixed or the occasional bark of laughter from one of the recruits.

May continued to chat with the major general.

Henner’s focus was anywhere but on May, though. His phone in his pocket felt like a live wire, zapping with high voltage. As much as he adored May, he couldn’t sit through a training without going crazy with distraction.

His entire reason for coming was to sneak off and find that bomb.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and held it in a concealed way so anyone entering wouldn’t see the map.

The pin was still there, in the same spot.

He needed to check out the hangar, and he needed to do it now.

Shifting in his seat, he finally stood and walked up to the front. May and Simpson turned their attention to him. “Gonna hit the head before we start.”

May barely nodded to acknowledge what he said, keeping a high level of enthusiasm for the topic she was about to teach.

Henner took off in slow strides to the back of the hangar.

He hoped it was his imagination playing tricks on him when he swore he felt a heavy stare on his back. Blackout relied heavily on skill, but an ounce or two of luck didn’t hurt. In this case, he needed some luck to pull this off.

When he reached the back, he caught sight of someone moving toward the restroom from the outside entrance.

Someone familiar.

He’d know that swagger anywhere. He saw it every day of his damn life on the Blackout base and on every mission.

Cobra strolled into the restroom. The door closed quietly behind him before Henner could reach it. When he tugged it open and entered the space, Cobra turned, his lips twisting in greeting.

“What the hell areyoudoing here?”

“Con thought it was a good idea to send a couple of us.”

Henner looked around. “Who else is with you?”

“Mason.”

He glanced over Cobra’s attire of cammies—the same everyday dress of every soldier in Fort Leonard Wood.

He quickly sidled up to the urinal. Cobra walked into a stall.

“I hope you’re not actually going to use the restroom.”

His friend snorted. “Just providing some cover so we can form a plan to find the explosive. Flush if someone comes in.”

He fixed his attention on the tile wall in front of him, but he didn’t see anything but that pin on the map.

“Where is Mason anyway?”

“Waiting outside. Is your girlfriend going to be okay in there without you?”

He didn’t bother denying what May was to him. Besides, now wasn’t the time anyway. He was confident that even though Simpson wasn’t who they thought he was, he wouldn’t harm May.

“I didn’t notice you guys when we walked in.”

“You were pretty fixated on the expert of the day.” His amused tone echoed off the walls.

Turning his head, he spoke into the air but addressed his teammate. “Let’s get this out of the way now, man. You’re not giving me shit about May. What’s between us isbetween us.”

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