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an irritated growl she got up and threw on a pair of sweats and a hoodie, slipping her jogging shoes on as she headed for the door.
    The cool night air felt good against her face, blowing through her hair like a gentle caress. Its calming hand was more affection than she had received in far too long, and was an irritating reminder as to why she was out at this ungodly hour instead of snuggled in her bed snoring like a normal person. She took off in a jog, heading to t he only place she could calm her mind — the gym.
    Pulling open the heavy door , she felt her hand against the wall until she found the switch and flipped it, illuminating the space. With no delay, she hurried over to the speakers that sat in the corner and plugged up her MP3 player, pumping “ Crazy Bitch ” by Buckcherry through the speakers to start her work out mix.
    After her sweatshirt had been tossed on the mats, she voided her mind and focused in on the punching bag, raining hits and kicks against it violently. By the end of the song, her mood was lighter. She fell into a good pace, keeping her movements steady and accurate with each blow. Finally. Her mind was blank. The only thoughts that floated through were of the next shot. She let her senses take over, absorbing the faint scent of hay mixed with the rubber and leather of the equipment. Music serenaded her soul, erasing all grief and pain. Kick. Punch. Spin kick. Jab. Over and over she went through the cycle, letting the burn in her muscles cleanse her.

    It seemed Dom wasn’t the only one who couldn’t sleep. He had hoped a good hard workout would do the trick, but hadn’t anticipated the gym might already be occupied this late at night. He heard the music before he got to the door and knew before he entered who it was. Vice. She was the onl y one of the team who co uld use LMFAO’s song “ Shots ” , mixed with country and oldies songs as motivation to pump a good workout. Everyone else opted for hard rock. He pushed open the door, entering undetected. Under any normal circumstances, Vice would have known he was there before he got within a hundred feet of the barn. She was so zoned she had no idea he had moved to stand not ten feet from her , watching. It was something to see her strength as she sent in a punishment with every damn blow. Over and over she pummeled the bag, beating out whatever had her riled. Before she realized his presence he left, not wanting to re - agitate her after the pounding she was putting her body through to get rid of just that. Now, more than ever, he knew. Coming on to her had not only been a major mistake, but a careless , stupid act that put the whole team in danger. She had to be focused for what they were going into. This mission was going to be the most intense and complicated of their career. They were so much alike in so many ways, proving it yet again. With his mind clouding with regret, he took off in a dead run out through the field. It wasn’t as appealing as the gym, but exercise was exercise. If he hoped to get any sleep before the long day began, exercise was a must.

    The nex t morning, the main house was a buzz with the normal morning happenings . Despite the team leaving in less than twenty - four hours, the routine didn’t falter. Mrs. Sanders busied herself in the kitchen baking and cooking enough to put the Vegas smorgasbord buffets to shame while the kids were munching their breakfast under the closeful protecti ve watch of Kodiak. He had beco me the protector of all little people in the group, nominating himself as their transportation to and from school and all sports and activities. If one called home ill, he was out the door before the phone was hung up. The kids had a major affect on all of them, but their big , tough , gnarly bear was a mere beanie baby where they were concerned.
    Michael hung close to Margaret, watching her with a puppy love haze that left a goofy grin. Romeo and Juju were off doing morning chores before the team