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but he had gotten back on. The horse jarred every bone in his body and his ass was sore for a week, but it was worth it. The adrenaline rush made him feel alive and he sought it out time and time again. During the summers, he competed on the local bronco-riding circuit and brought Pierce along to watch. Then he had gotten into dirt track racing. He built a car, handed off some of his chores to Pierce, who had gotten old enough to handle the responsibility, and hit the dirt track at night. He was on spring break with his friends when he fell in love with bungee jumping and rappelling. He knew he was becoming an adrenaline junkie, but he loved every moment. It prevented him from worrying about what was happening to his brothers and it got him girls. What else could a twenty-year-old guy want?
    Upon returning from spring break his senior year, he took an aptitude test in his psychology class. Two days later, his professor called him into his office and discussed the possibility of a job with the CIA. “Over ten thousand apply, but I have an in with the agency. They'll be on campus next week for the job fair and I want you to meet with the head of recruitment. If he likes you, then you’ll need to take a drug test, lie detector test, and another psych evaluation,” his professor had said.
    “You seem to know a lot. Are you CIA?” Cy had asked.
    His professor smiled. “That instinct is part of why I’m recommending you to the agency,” he smiled, never answering the question directly. “And with the results of this aptitude test, I’m recommending you for covert status. Someone will be in touch.” And he was dismissed just like that.
    The next week Cy had a meeting with the recruitment agent. A full background report sat in a folder in front of the man who looked nothing like CIA. His hair was long and he was in jeans and a button-up shirt. “I see you like a lot of action; racing, riding, jumping . . . all while never being arrested.” The man hadn’t bothered to look up while he pushed aside the rather thick folder he had on Cy and pulled out another one. “Are Miles, Marshall, and Cade Davies your brothers?”
    Cy had just smiled. “I think you already know the answer to that question.”
    The man looked up and took into account Cy’s cocky smile and relaxed posture. “I do. I also know about your brothers’ top-secret clearances. Did you?”
    That had Cy sitting up. “What do they need top-secret clearance for in the Army?” Cy had paused and then smirked again. “Because they’re not in the Army anymore. Figures. What are they, Special Ops?”
    “You're quick. Let’s take a drug test and then I’ll meet you back here in ten minutes for a lie detector test.”
    Cy had passed both tests. He hadn’t liked the prying questions into his life, but he had answered them. He was then sent home. Two days later, a man showed up taking a survey and asked his mother all kinds of questions. He’d then given her a new crock pot. He heard his neighbors say the same thing. That night he got a call from Miles.
    “What the hell is going on?”
    “What do you mean, Miles?”
    “I got pulled in from the field to talk to some douche in a suit asking all kinds of questions about you and the family.”
    “I could ask you the same thing. How’s the Army?”
    “How’d you find out? No, wait. Don’t answer that. It was the douche in the suit in the middle of the freakin’ desert—or one of his buddies. Who’s recruiting you?”
    “CIA. They want me for covert ops.”
    “Are you going to do it?”
    “Yes. Y’all have had your chance to make a difference. Now I want mine. Paige is in college and Pierce is about to graduate high school and has accepted a scholarship to the University of Kentucky.”
    Miles had been quiet for a moment. “Be safe. It takes a lot out of you to be someone you’re not. You won’t be able to tell anyone what you do. I’ll try to tame the questions on the home front, but you have to