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really did
need K-SAR right now. He was just about to hang up when her melodic
voice sounded over the line.
    “Kat Davis speaking. What's your
emergency?”
    Need immediately wracked his body and pushed
into his cock, waking it. Son of a bitch. He couldn't even keep his
libido in check long enough to make it through a single phone call
with her. “Hello, Kathryn.”
    “Grandpa?”
    He almost smiled. Only two people on God's
green Earth called her by her proper name. He loved how her voice
jumped an octave whenever he caught her off-guard. “It's Spencer
Allen.”
    The silence on the other end had him tight,
unable to breathe as he waited for her reaction. They hadn't heard
each other's voices in close to a year.
    “Spence?”
    He closed his eyes at the way his name rolled
from her lips. Oh, how he wished he could witness her reaction to
him in person. Her stunning pale gray-blue eyes would be wide in
shock. Her thick red hair would be so wild the waves would spill
into her lovely face. Spencer would happily push it back and cup
her cheeks as he lifted her chin to give him better access to her
lips.
    Holy Christ. He had to get a hold of his
imagination. This wasn't a booty call. “We need your help.”
    “Let me guess,” she snapped, now fully alert.
And pissed. “The we in your request is TREX? Am I
right?”
    “Yes.”
    “You have the balls to call me at two in the
morning to talk about that men-in-black agency you hide behind? Are
you shitting me?”
    Let her be pissed at him, his agency, and
everything else. None of that mattered. They had a little boy to
retrieve. “Kathryn—”
    “I should have known you'd never call me to
actually, you know, apologize for being such an asshole.”
    Yep. Definitely pissed. “Listen—”
    “No, Spence. You listen to me.”
    “That's enough!” He roared and then pinched
the skin between his eyes to ward off the sudden pounding in his
head that pulsed through his entire body. With a deep breath to
pull in his control, he went on. “We've got a kid lost in the Black
Hills. TREX is calling in K-SAR.”
    “Fine.” Kathryn immediately dropped the
prickly attitude. Sort of. “I'll call you when I'm on the
road.”
    Spencer ended the call and slipped his phone
into one of the plethora of pockets on his pants. He ignored the
two men staring at him, waiting for him to give them the dirty
details of his brief conversation. Well, too fucking bad. They'd be
waiting a while.
    “Was she awake?” Snyder asked.
    Spencer shot him a glare. Snyder found a
sudden interest in one of the overkill of weapons he had hanging on
him.
    “Well? Was she?” McKoy, the probie dumb shit,
would learn fast when to ask questions.
    And when not to.
    Spencer turned to face him and stared him
down until he, too, darted his attention to something other than
his team leader. “Don't you have somewhere to be?”
    Snyder spoke up way too casually, taking the
heat off McKoy. “Larch Mountain is only two miles up. We'll make it
in fifteen minutes, tops. We have a few minutes to spare. Give us
something.”
    “No.”
    “Come on, Allen. You just talked to the woman
that fucked you over.”
    That was definitely backward. “No.”
    “But you were talking to K-SAR,” McKoy said
as he joined in on the inquisition. He then widened his eyes and
dropped his jaw and the comprehension sank in. “You and the head of
K-SAR? I thought we weren't allowed to fraternize with our
contractors. They drilled that into us back at Gahanna .”
    “We're not,” Snyder confirmed and gave
Spencer a look. “Our boy got in some deep shit for it, too.”
    “Was it serious?”
    “He asked her to move in with him.”
    Spencer's eyes burned as he bounced his glare
between the two men. He balled his hands into fists. “Quit living
in the past, Snyder. Kathryn and I are through.”
    Even as Spencer said it, he didn't believe
it. They were far from over. The hunger scraping across his nerves,
leaving them raw and him in engorged