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Jane watched as the therapist finally took the weights from Thomas Becker and set them down on the rack The brunette looked annoyed Probably because her patient seeo he’d taken a bullet to the arm

"See you on Friday," the physical therapist said

Thoot closer, Jane drew in her breath Okay, she had to quit focusing on his body and remember why she’d come here This man had saved her sister’s life She was here to interview him, not fk hilanced at her, forehead wrinkling "Who’s asking?"

"My nae of the rescue mission for--"

"Elizabeth," he finished "She okay?"

"She’s great Thanks to you and your team" It unnerved her, how serious his expression was He hadn’t even s "Liz is my sister"

"Oh Okay"

Jane faltered for a moment, not sure what to say next It was obvious Tho how his brown-eyed gaze kept darting toward the elevator at the end of the hall

"Do you have a moment?" she asked

"Not really," he admitted "I have an appointment in twenty minutes"

"I’ll walk out with you then" She took a step down the corridor, and he followed her, his strides a entleait, just barreled down the hall, while she struggled to keep up, which was hard to do in three-inch heels She still wore the short black business suit and heels she’d donned for her azine she worked for, and the outfit hadn’t been designed for chasing after a very tall, very hot Navy SEAL

"So, I came here to ask you a favor," she said as she hurried after him

"Yeah, what’s that?"