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Story: Protecting Dallas
“Of course. What else are little sisters for?”
“Tattletale.”
“Fuck off.”
It was a lot of fun, talking about my brother’s life with the people who’d spent the most time with him. No matter how many conversations we had about Connor, I always seemed to be learning something new.
“There’s no possible way he ate sushi,” I said. “Maybe by accident, or—”
“Wanna bet?”
I smirked and took another lunge, letting the weights hang loosely from my arms. My thighs were already burning. The pain actually felt good.
“What exactly are we betting?” I asked slyly.
“You tell me.”
Hmmm, I thought to myself. Now this was getting interesting.
I grunted through the rest of my set, then stood up with a long exhale. Grabbing one foot and pinning it against my own ass, I stretched my quadriceps one at a time.
“I’ll bet you anything that Connor didn’t eat raw fish,” I said.
Austin stopped rolling his arm in his shoulder socket temporarily. He raised an eyebrow. “Anything I want?”
I rolled my eyes. “Sure.”
He put out his hand. I sighed and shook it. It was impossible not to be mesmerized by his upper body. Every inch of the exposed skin filling out his tank top was covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
“Remember,” he winked. “You said—”
“Hey!”
We both whirled, to find Maddox hanging in the doorway. He looked rushed. Hurried.
His eyes were solely on Austin.
“We uh… we need to move.”
Austin stepped forward without hesitation, not even pausing to grab a towel. It was amazing how fast SEALs could move when they really wanted to. I’d seen Connor do it, and it was always a sharp reminder these men weren’t just soldiers.
They were elite soldiers.
I cleaned up quickly, and headed into the kitchen. By the time I got there all three of them were suited up and almost ready.
“What the hell is going on?” I asked firmly.
Maddox and Kane shot each other a concerned glance. Austin was busy lacing up his boots.
“You know those transponders we talked about?” said Maddox.
“Yeah?”
“One of them moved.”
I flew up the stairs, taking them two at a time. I was back in a flash, wearing dark bottoms and a black hooded sweatshirt.
“What do you think you’re doing?” asked Austin.
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