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night?”
    “No.” He glanced at her with a soft smile. “Only special occasions. The weekends. I’m happy with leftovers during the week. If I ate like this every day, I would gain too much weight and wouldn’t be able to run my prerequisite five miles.”
    “Do you cook for Jake?”
    Chase grinned and set his napkin on the table. “No. He’s picky. I order Jake pizza, he brings beer, and we play video games.”
    “Really?” She took one last bite and then pushed her plate away. “You’re such guys.”
    Chase shrugged. “What do you do with Jake?”
    “We go to the movies, or Jake orders the pizza, we drink soda, and play board games.”
    “Soda?”
    “I’m not stupid, Chase. Two beers and I’d be his. He’s always the gentleman, but it’s not that far of a leap to the bedroom with him. And he’s very deadly in the seduction department.”
    Chase arched a brow. “How many beers would it take to make the leap with me?”
    Oh, he was smooth. “As I recall, I hadn’t had a drop to drink last time.”
    He grinned, his ego inflated. Then he sat back and studied her in a less intense way than usual. “You’ve changed in a year. Are you enjoying your new life?”
    “Yes, and no.” She picked at a string on her napkin. “I love some of the training, but its long hours, and lonely, and there are times when I wish someone would make me do something cerebral because this physical stuff is so hard sometimes.”
    “What’s been the hardest?”
    It was all hard, but she wasn’t going to tell him that. She had never run more than the length of the driveway before coming here, to her new life. Now she pounded out miles as if they were easy.
    “Well, I had never driven a car before I took defensive driving—don’t look at me like that. So that was obviously hard. It doesn’t help when they let Jake tag along, and I get heckled for being less than competent. Like when we repelled off the training office roof on the base and I was terrified.” She shook her head, remembering hating the height and Jake. “He thinks I swim like a rock, too.”
    “Jake has too many brothers. Picking on you is hard-wired into him. Don’t take it personally.” He smiled. “Anything you’re good at?”
    “Well, obviously I flew through bomb disarmament and special weapons. Those I understand. It was nice to see Jake in awe in that department.” She’d broke the record time by several minutes and Jake had stared at her, then the timer for a long, long time before proclaiming her fucking amazing, in his crude yet endearing way.
    “Jake can’t disarm a bomb to save his soul.”
    Kate inhaled sharply. Oh, she wished she had known that then. She could have made him even more in awe of her skills. “Then he can be indebted to me out in the field if I have to do it, because I’m not going to teach him. The man is too good at everything he does.”
    “Anything else?”
    She shrugged. “I like guns and shooting. There’s some physics involved, though my body just doesn’t do what it’s supposed to do. I don’t mind the running, but I hate it when they put that special ops gear on me and make me run. Jake loves that—even more torture. I like the hand-to-hand combat, though Jake kicks my ass there, too.”
    Chase laughed. “Jake is the best partner, but a pain in the ass. If you survive him, you can survive anything.”
    She shrugged. “It’s still better than being trapped in a lab, the daughter of a crazy man selling weaponry to even crazier people.”
    “How good are you?” Chase asked.
    “At what?” She glanced up at him sharply. “I just told you Jake handed me my ass every day—”
    He leaned forward, his hands folded, his face very intense. “The bombs. Weapons. How good are you?”
    Somehow she knew that this man wouldn’t want her to sugarcoat it to make himself feel better. He was sizing her up, seeing what she brought to the table. This was an area where she more than ran with the big dogs. She