Griffin’s mouth fell open in disbelief. “Three days? You’re pissed about three days? I was halfway across the world, in the middle of an op, when I learned about what happened. Exactly how fast is appropriate in your worldly opinion?” “The day of,” I stated matter-of-factly. My heart raced with excitement at his closeness and his sweat-tinged scent, belying my words. “Yeah, Commander. The day of.” The man sitting beside me grinned openly at both of us, his green eyes sparkling as he, too, pulled down his balaclava, exposing a round face etched with an unexpected hardness.
