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“Yeah, I could hear it over the crowd. It happens.” “Not to me. Okay, Mr. Super Soldier? I work in a very quiet world. Radio calls from command and helicopters. I listen to ground teams only occasionally. So, I’m not used to people screaming in agony right next to me.” “Zoe…” He knew what to do with a soldier in the field. Dose him down and patch him up until the medic showed up or you needed a body bag. That took care of the injured. But how long since he’d dealt with someone who hadn’t already lived through that harsh dose of a mission turned ugly? Years. What did he do with a woman racing along a city street and beginning to freak? “Whatever made me think I could do this?” “You can outdrive a Team 6 SEAL—and trust me, we get serious driver’s training. And based on Christian’s curse