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“Well, those wouldn’t be twins then, would they?” August crossed his arms over his chest, amusement lighting his eyes. “Twins means two, dummy.”

“Settle down,” Zain interrupted. “We’ve got more important things to do.”

Ghost sighed. “Don’t bother. They fight like ten-year-olds.”

Rami and August’s back-and-forth stopped as quickly as it had started, and Ghost began talking in detail about how they’d trace the assassin once they got a visual on him.

But Zain couldn’t take his mind away from thefeel of Dana’s knee in his palm. Never in his life had he thought he’d get turned on by a woman’s fucking knee, but here he was with a rock-hard cock in a room full of dudes.

Damn, he’d have to talk to Dana about what she did to him, because this was nuts.

CHAPTER 18

In the lunchroom,Gigi beamed at Dana and greeted her. Her brown hair was tied up in a topknot, and she wore a plaid apron over her coffee-colored floral dress. She immediately set down the stack of plates and pulled Dana into a hug.

Dana smiled and hugged her back. She was always a little surprised by how petite the twins were. Dana was on the short side, but Ivy and Gigi were even shorter. “Oh my god, lunch smells amazing.”

Gigi pulled back and held Dana’s shoulders. “Lunch is the least I could do after all you’ve done to bring home Zain.” She hustled back to a platter stacked with foil cylinders.

Dana couldn’t help but sniff to try to guess what was inside.

“I mean, he’s not my brother-in-law, but he’s Ivy’s, so that makes his return important to me—and everyone.” She handed Dana a plate. “I justcan’t believe how brave you are. Going all the way to Afghanistan and being captured by a terrorist group.” Her hazel eyes rounded with disbelief. “You have to tell me everything.”

Dana accepted the plate and pulled out a chair. “First you have to tell me what this is because I’m salivating.”

Gigi grinned. “Chicken burritos. I hope you’re hungry.”

“Starving.”

Ivy took a seat next to Dana and plucked one of the wraps from the platter. “These are amazing. She puts some kind of pineapple salsa on it. I dunno, it’s to frickin die for.” Ivy passed her some pico de gallo and sour cream.

Dana unwrapped the foil and the smell of chicken marinated in spicy tomato sauce made her tastebuds tingle. She took a bite, and the flavors of cheese and avocado buzzed on her tongue. She groaned and wiped her mouth. “Holy crap this is amazing.”

Gigi beamed. “Thanks. It’s a new recipe. August loves it.”

Ivy rolled her eyes as she took a huge bite of her burrito. “You could make dog-shit cake and August would love it.”

Dana snorted and Gigi scowled playfully. “Don’t act like Rami doesn’t dig you taking pictures. I can only imagine what he has you doing with your camera.”

Ivy covered her mouth as she laughed. “You’re terrible. And I’ll never share what Rami and I do behind closed doors.”

Gigi guffawed. “I know more about Rami than I care to, believe me.”

“What’s that?” boomed a deep voice from the doorway. Rami entered with a shit-eating grin, August beside him, his eyebrow cocked with interest.

Gigi’s and Ivy’s mouths fell open, and the identical expressions on their identical faces were comical.

Dana cleared her throat and handed each of the men a plate. “Gigi made burritos.”

Excitement lit August’s face, and he was immediately sidetracked. “Hell yeah. My new favorite. Thanks, babe.”

Zain arrived next and picked up a plate and a burrito with all the fixings.

Rami finished filling his plate, too, and sat. He leaned down and whispered something in Ivy’s ear that made the color return to her cheeks like a fire sparking to life.

“Ew.” Gigi scrunched her face. “Please don’t murmur sweet nothings in my sister’s ear when I’m eating.”

August caught the back of Gigi’s head and kissed her lips. “Two can play their game.”

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