Page 54 of Frost

I look at Colt, who’s watching me with an expression I’m starting to recognize. Not love—not yet. But the foundation of it. The possibility of it.

"Yeah," I say, grinning into the empty room, the weight lifting like dawn breaking. "I'm in."

The call ends and I stare at my phone.

"Guardian Angels," Colt says. "CJ’s been planning that for years. All-female tactical unit for ops where male operators would compromise the mission."

"Hostage rescue in conservative countries?" I see it.

"Undercover work in trafficking rings."

"Close protection for female VIPs."

"Yeah." He pulls me back down beside him. "CJ’s smart. He saw what you did at that ranch. Former Army medic who can shoot, move, and communicate under fire. You’re exactly what he needs."

"What about whatI need."

His arm tightens around me. "Eighteen months on base. With me. Building something good. That work for you?"

"Yeah, that works." I touch the dog tags. Sofia’s ghost is finally released.