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But dangerous, to him? That was new. Luke finished dressing, including the racing suit and boots—Zoe had ordered them in electric yellow, of course. He rejoined the group but kept his own counsel. Christian was still ranting (probably didn’t like finding Luke naked in Zoe’s bedroom either). Luke promised himself to never sleep apart from her for the duration of the mission, just for the Christian Vehrs-irritation aspect of it. He supposed that knowing Luke was here with Zoe and seeing proof were two different things. Or maybe it was that he knew he’d only get to drive Stage One. Perhaps he could feel control slipping out of his fingers. Luke felt empathy for Christian, but it didn’t mean he was going like the man anytime soon. Nikita and Drake were doing a fine job of being SEAL silent.