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better.
    She tugged his belt so it was perfectly center. “Will you be
safe?”
    Cole cupped her shoulders. “This is a planned raid. It’s
that drug bust I told you we’ve been working on. Just moving on it earlier than
expected. I’ll be home late, but tomorrow we’re going to put that box to good
use.”
    Tanya went up on tiptoes and he acquiesced to her plea. His
lips were hard and unyielding, the kiss short, but it stole her breath away.
    And then he was gone.
    But she still felt his touch.
    The way her heart burned for him.
    And tonight—it was enough.
    * * * * *
    Cole adjusted the bulletproof visor on his Kevlar helmet and
surveyed his entry team. The helmet was close to fifteen pounds, but in a
situation like this where bullets and God only knew what else would be flying,
it was worth wearing. His balls were blue and his dick ached from the lack of
release. It was not the best way to go into a mission, but there had been worse
situations.
    Tanya wanted him. She was going to get a lot of him when he
got home.
    He shoved the memory of his wife’s wet, willing body away
and focused on the mission at hand. As team leader, Cole carried a lot of
responsibility on his shoulders.
    “Everyone stick to the plan.” He checked his handgun for the
second time before continuing, “Nine male suspects are in the house. The pizza
delivery guy patrol pulled over confirmed there was drug paraphernalia inside.
An asset has confirmed they have cooked meth on the property.”
    The nondescript white van the team was packed into turned
the last corner. If it weren’t for the open doors they would be sweltering in
the heat. As it stood, the breeze made it bearable.
    Their driver called back a ready and the tension cranked up.
Adrenaline made Cole’s sight sharper, the world narrowing to the control of his
weapon and the awareness of those around him.
    The van braked with the left side door lined up almost
perfectly to the sidewalk leading up to the house.
    “Go,” he yelled.
    The team poured out from the rear double doors and the
single side entry. Because meth houses were highly explosive, they wouldn’t be
able to smoke the suspects out. Instead, they had double the normal number of
support surrounding the house.
    Cole sprinted to the door, barking, “Open up! Police!”
    Not that they expected the suspects to do as requested. It
didn’t matter. They were going in no matter what.
    The breacher, Aaron Griffith, was right behind him with a
twenty-pound door ram. The breacher’s job was a simple yet dangerous one
because they had an average of five seconds to take control of a site before
things went south. Using a variety of tools, the breacher would either break a
door down or make a hole for the team. Though everyone could technically
perform all roles on the team, each had their specialty, where they were more
comfortable in the scheme of things.
    Cole held the bulletproof shield at the ready and stood
aside as Aaron pounded the door.
    Other teams surrounded the house, providing cover and
readying to follow behind the entry team. Glass broke and, from the sound of
yelling, Cole guessed several suspects made the unfortunate decision to run for
it.
    There was no escaping SWAT.
    Wood splintered and the door caved inward as the hinges gave
way. Aaron stepped back, giving Cole the opening he needed to step into the
void, the rest of the entry team at his back.
    Two men were on the ground, screaming with their hands over
their faces. Tear gas was a horrible thing the first time around. Cole hated
the shit, but he powered through.
    A third suspect crouched behind a flower-patterned couch
covered in cigarette burns, a six shooter in hand.
    “Put the gun down, now.” Cole advanced on the man who was so
strung out he couldn’t hold the gun straight. “Put it down now.”
    Another team member circled around the lone gunman and
tackled him from behind. Cole kicked the weapon away from the suspect’s
grasping hands and