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27 Taz didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or scream. Nothing was making sense. Mike, who she’d battered to the Ghostrider’s deck, then threatened to kill in order to force Jeremy’s hand, should be one of the most guarded about her. Instead, when he’d found out about her love of food, he’d recruited her as his sous-chef. Taz had been peripherally aware of the others throughout the dinner prep. Holly’s eyes were tracking her every time she looked up. The woman wore a serious case of pissed like a shearling coat on a hot summer’s day, ready to shed it all over Taz if she even breathed wrong around Jeremy. Jeremy was sitting beside Miranda as they worked over details of the Chinook’s crash on a computer screen. Andi and Jon appeared to be on the verge of battle about Army versus Air For