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Striker’s eye shot to theas he heard the low hu hover-vehicle “Don’t move”

He strode over and glanced out Mace He headed to the broken door to let his tea man It was empty “Where’s your other half?”

“She’ll be here soon She’s busy spreading ht this Better safe than sorry”

“Yeah” Striker onna scan you for trackers”

“I told you it’s iht now”

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ng to regret his decision to take the woman, and her many problems, on

“Arrinned down at Friday At six-and-a-half-feet tall, Mace towered over her And yet, she clearly wasn’t intimidated In fact, she seemed more interested in the scanner than the man

“That’s a DC-120” She pointed at the scanner “There’s a et one”

“I’ll get right on that” Mace ran the scanner over the curve of her waist

“You’re doing it wrong” She frowned It was cute

With an irritated growl, the big guy glared at her “There’s a right way?”

She huffed out a breath “Yes, there’s a right way That scanner works best when you work your way down in a circular ht line It has a limited field of operation, which means it can sometimes miss items A circulareven an inch of skin Do you want me to show you what to do?”

“No, I think I got it” He shook his head, then resu sure to do it properly this time “Clear,” he told Striker when he’d finished

To her credit, Friday didn’t point out that she’d told hiave hiiven him every time he’d tried to eat the paste