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the rise of one blond eyebrow. She had the eyes of an angel but the spark of a devil when she asked, “Even the bathroom?”
    “Adeline, you know what I mean. And you are to lay low at your uncle’s. No protests.” Her father tapped the monitor. “I’ll be watching your page. Let your followers, or whatever they’re called, stomp around with signs.
You
stay away.”
    “I can’t ask them to protest and then not show up myself.” Addie—she was definitely not an Adeline—narrowed her eyes. “I’m going to unfriend you, Father.”
    “You will do no such thing. And you will take this young man with you, to the store, to that horrid vegetarian restaurant that smells like hay, wherever. Except the bathroom. Or bedroom.”
    Addie’s eyes slid to Risk at that last word. She made a sound like
hmph
. “If I’vegot a muscle-bound brute at my side, I’m not going to Uncle Crazy’s. I mean, Uncle Macy’s. I’ll be bored out of my mind. That’s my countercondition.”
    The general considered that for a moment and, as he probably did in many such interactions, gave in. “All right, go to your ranch, but stay there.”
    Thank God
. A ranch sounded infinitely more interesting. Risk imagined the ranch that Knox, one of his SEAL teammates, had described growing up on in Montana. Riding the range. Wrangling and branding calves.
    Addie spun on her heel. “I’ll be out of your hair in a few minutes.”
    “Adeline.”
    She spun again and dutifully marched over to give her father a peck on the cheek. He pinched her cheeks in return, holding her fast. “Take this seriously. You are my only child. I don’t want you hurt.”
    Her expression sobered. “I’ll be careful.”
    Risk turned away, uncomfortable at the emotion in the man’s voice. He turned back when he heard the general say, “Listen to Risk. If he says it’s too dangerous to go somewhere, believe him. If he tells you to do something, do it. This guy’s run missions that’d make your blood run cold. Trust him.”
    “Yes, Father.”
    Risk had a feeling she gave him that line often, then went off and did whatever the hell she wanted. At least the general had faith in him. But Risk knew Addie was going to be a handful. Chase’s warning echoed in his mind:
It’s not going to be that easy
.
    Risk tipped his chin toward the monitor. “These guys who are after you are probably your friends, too.”
    She straightened, brushing her bangs from her face. “Then they’re not my friends.”
    “I assume you don’t personally know every friend or like or whatever the people are called who support your page. One of them could be the enemy, who sees everything you post. Including your schedule.”
    “Good point.” General Wunder gave a little wave of his hand. “Unfriendeveryone.”
    “No way!” She walked over to the monitor, looking like she was going to hug the thing. “I’ve got over four thousand friends. This page is how they know where to go, who to call, what letters to write.” She gave her father a forced smile that showed off perfect white teeth. “How about if I ask the bodyguard to check every post to make sure I’m not giving away any intelligence?”
    Oh, buddy, she was going to be a handful, all right. It was a damn good thing she went the other way. The general was spot-on; they’d feed off each other. Risk already felt an answering spark to her sassy attitude. And she was so tasty-looking that it was a punch in the gut to think she had no interest in men.
    Lesbian. Vegetarian. Animal activist. Not going to happen between us. Make it a mantra
.
    “Risk will leave here with you,” the general said. “He is on duty as of this moment.”
    She gave Risk a look that made him feel like a dog collar. “Well, come on, then. We’re shipping out in ten minutes.”
    Or maybe he was the one with the collar. He bade Chase and the general goodbye and followed her out. Her white van was parked in the circle driveway behind the limo. Artemis,