The physical space inside the armored truck was tight, but the cabin heating struggled against the freezing wind. Hoping to completely defuse the tension between the billionaire and the soldier, Joanna glanced into the rearview mirror."Hey, Commander," Joanna called out over the engine's roar. "We've been running together for a while now, but I realized something. You always just go by Briggs. What’s your actual first name?"Briggs sat like a stone block, unblinking, his cold military posture taking up two-thirds of the bench space. "It’s classified.""Oh, come on," Jolie chirped from the far back, bright and sunny as a summer morning. "We’re a team! We share everything! Is it something cute? I bet it’s Bartholomew.""It is absolutely not Bartholomew," Briggs grunted, his jaw tightening.Julian sat in the middle row, crossing his arms and fixing Briggs with a brooding, superior stare. "Statistically, men who hide their given names are compensating for something deeply embarrassing. I
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