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Marc’s touch instantly made my chest loosen. My next breath was far easier.

Then I felt a shot of annoyance. He hadn’t wanted me on this mission. He’d made that very clear.

“I’m fine,” I clipped. I shrugged his hand off.

“It’s understandable to be nervous.”

“Are you nervous?”

He shifted closer. “A little. But I’m looking forward to burning down those cocoons.”

I’d watched them load the flamethrower devices that Maxim had developed into the Talon.

God, he looked good in his armor. Ugh, why did I have to feel so much for this guy? This gorgeous man who would only ever see me as a friend with benefits.

I was realizing that I’d overestimated my ability to enjoy him and let him go.

“I’ll be fine. I will admit I’m happy I don’t have to go back inside the base.”

He grunted.

“This is what I do, Marc. I fly. I fly Hunter Squad into dangerous places. It’s an important job, and I’m good at it.”

He frowned. “I know that.”

“You tried to get me kicked off this mission.”

“I didn’t. I was worried about you. I was trying to look out for you.”

I made a scoffing sound. “You worry about all your one-night stands this much?”

He made a low sound and touched my jaw. He forced me to look up at him.

“That’s not what you are to me.”

“What am I then?” God, I knew this wasn’t the place to have the discussion.

His mouth twisted, opened, then closed. Clearly, he didn’t know what to say.

I sighed. “Look. Forget it. It’s okay. We need to focus on this mission.”

“Colbie—”

A chime came from my console. I looked back at the cockpit window. “Look. There’s Blue Mountain Base.”

I was flying in from the other side, and could see the giant hole in the hillside. The one I’d climbed out of with Marc.

The plan was to land close by.

“The base is in range,” I called back to the rest of the Talon. I flicked a quick glance at Marc. “You’d better strap in for landing.”

He leaned close, and I smelled him, flutters starting in my stomach.

“We’ll talk later. After the mission.”

“That’s not nec?—”

“We’ll talk. After.” He repeated the words forcefully, then he slipped back with the others.