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figured out how to repay you for what you did for Stef and me,” she said. “I’m going to make you dinner.”
    In reality, it didn’t even begin to cover what she owed him. She wasn’t sure if anything ever could. But a home-cooked meal was the least she could do.
    “You don’t have to do that,” he insisted. “I don’t expect anything in return for today.”
    He was humble, all right. It was a quality that made him even more attractive.
    “I know,” she said. “But I want to.”
    Logan flashed her a smile as he turned into the parking lot of the shopping center. “Okay, sounds good.”
    Felicia relaxed in her seat, relieved—and more than a little thrilled—he’d accepted her invitation. She would have asked him to follow her back to her place right then, but that meant bailing on her sister, and she wanted to spend some time with Stef to make sure she was okay after what happened today.
    “Next Friday work for you?” she asked Logan.
    “Definitely.” He glanced at her, his mouth curving into a sexy grin and making her pulse skip a beat. “I can’t wait.”
    She smiled. “Me, either.”
     

Chapter Four
     
    I S THE OLD man still pissed at you?”
    Logan didn’t answer Nash’s question. Mostly because carrying on a conversation while wearing a gas mask was hard as hell. Then again, crawling on your belly through the mud beneath a barbed wire-covered obstacle while wearing the heavy rubber contraption was damn difficult, too. But that was the whole point. To make the Monster Mash even more challenging.
    The Monster Mash was a combination of physical and skills training. This particular session had started at 0500 that morning, and Logan and his Team were still going strong three hours later.
    The event had started off with a two-mile swim in the ocean followed by a six-mile run along the sandy beach. After that, they’d done a series of training events, which included everything from doing first aid on “patients” who’d been shot or hit with fragments from an IED to putting together a satellite communication kit so they could call in a medevac helicopter for the wounded, then doing maintenance on some broken AK-47 assault rifles until fully functional so they could subsequently secure the landing zone for the bird. As usual, getting from one event to the next required a lot of running while carrying a load of gear at the same time.
    The second to last stage was the gas mask obstacle course. Once done, it would be another run along the beach, where they’d get picked up by a boat and hauled back to base.
    The Monster Mash made for an exhausting morning, but there was no better way to train. If you could do basic tasks like first aid, equipment operation, and weapon maintenance while you were dog tired, there was a good chance you’d be able to do it in combat.
    Logan ripped off his gas mask the second he came out from underneath the barbed wire and shoved it in the pouch on his hip.
    “Yeah, Commander Hunt is still steamed,” Logan said as he fell into a run alongside Nash. “The old man raked me over the coals the last two days.”
    When Logan hadn’t been with the CIA, NSA, and Naval Intelligence. He’d spent Monday and Tuesday at the headquarters building, and this was his first day back with his Team’s platoon.
    “What’d you tell him?” Dalton asked from the other side of Logan as they ran. “I mean, beyond the obvious fact you were befuddled by a beautiful woman pulling a gun on you?”
    Logan chuckled. “I was smart enough to not bring that up. I chose to go with a more common I thought I did the right thing .”
    “Did he buy it?”
    “Not really.” Logan snorted. “I swear the guy hasn’t done a damn thing that wasn’t by the book.”
    On the other side of Nash, Chasen laughed. “I don’t know. I remember Kurt telling me some stories about Hunt. According to him, the guy used to be a hell raiser back when he was a lieutenant.”
    Logan found that hard to believe,