"You are the lone O'Hare survivor?" Lincoln asked, holding his breath. He had known about that incident. Adam had briefed him about it while everyone was still at the White House.

"You heard about me?" Caroline's cheeks reddened, and it reminded him how long it had been since he'd kissed her. Too fucking long. But he'd let his pride override his lust these last three weeks. He'd been unable to protect her. He'd failed at the very mission that had kept him going. And he'd ...