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5 McDermott was long gone. And still The Rapier wandered back and forth among the four helicopters parked in the hangar. Danielle had become even more fascinated by her new commander than by the four amazing machines. She’d killed the big ceiling floods once the sun reached high enough to stream in the high windows. Plenty of light to navigate by; it left the hangar’s interior filled with bright highlights and cool shadows. Pete didn’t inspect the vehicles of his new command—far too mild a term; he prowled them. His attention was worthy of a preflight by a post-battle mechanic’s team checking every possible surface and control for damage. His eagerness was that of a ten-year old boy and a brand-new train set. His power and beauty were—messing with her brain. Danielle came to a stop lo