I looked into Ian's bloodshot eyes—anxious and hopeful like a dog waiting for a command—and bit down hard on my lower lip, forcing back the stinging in my nose.I didn't nod or take his phone. I only lifted my chin, brushed an imaginary speck of dust off his shoulder, and let the corners of my lips curl up in the faintest hint of a smile.When I spoke, my voice wasn't loud, but it was more than enough for him to hear every single word clearly. "In your dreams. My standards are really high now."I paused, watching the light in his eyes dim for a second. Only then did I slowly add, "We'll see how you perform, Captain Goldman."Ian froze for a beat. Then, joy crashed over him like a tsunami, filling his usually cold and stoic face.This man, who never flinched in the ruins of collapsed buildings or in roaring fires, suddenly looked like a kid who'd just been handed candy. His lips stretched into a wide, silent, blinding grin.…Ever since that day at the training base when he'd pub
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