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Gage stuck his hands in his back pockets, obviously in no hurry to leave. Had

Hunter asked him to stay with her? “So, how you holding up?”

She stopped what she was doing to meet his eyes. Did he want her to lie? “Honestly? I’m not sure.”

A wry grin curved his mouth. “Not the nicest introduction to Pakistan.” “No.” Worse than she’d ever imagined, and she’d imagined plenty of awful

things in the past few weeks.

“Well if it’s any consolation, you held it together better than most civilians would have under the circumstances. You impressed the hell out of Hunt, and that’s not easy to do.”

That piqued her curiosity. She set the tube of ointment aside. “He said that?” “Pretty much.” He lowered his tall, muscular body into a wing chair near the

bed, leaned back into it. “We called Ray to tell him you were all right. You want something to eat while you wait for him to get back?”

“I couldn’t eat right now, but thanks.” Her stomach was way too iffy at the moment to even contemplate putting anyt