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lectures.”
     
    “There is a need,” Micah said harshly and she glared at him.
     
    “Natalia,” Jet said calmly. “If you’re on that plane we’re all going to be worried about you, Micah more than any of us,” although he would say Alex might be equally as worried. The two shared a bond that went deeper than anything he had seen between two unromantically linked people in a long time. “The distraction could get one of us killed. If we know you’re here, safe and out of harm’s way, we’ll be able to do our job. Do you understand that?”
     
    She nibbled on her bottom lip before shaking her head yes. “It’s just that he’s my friend too and I want to help him.”
     
    “You’re helping by finding us a starting point…and maybe even an exact location if you can.”
     
    She nodded. “He came for me when I needed you all. I just wanted to go with you all, but I get it. I understand why I can’t. Go do what you do,” she said as she returned her attention back to her computer screen.
     
    Jet couldn’t speak for the others but he knew her words hadn’t sent reassuring feelings rushing through him. Their Natalia had changed since her abduction. She wasn’t the same shy woman who worked for them those previous eight years before her ordeal. He, like all the other guys, liked the change. She felt more like family now because she was family, but that didn’t mean her newly acquired risk taking streak was comforting to any of them. He laughed inwardly and shook his head. Thank God his wife only took chances on the ice. That was enough to keep him on edge whenever she did a charity event, but if she had started talking about joining him on a mission, seriously talking about it like Natalia was, he would be more worried. The ice he could deal with; Akira on a rescue mission he could not.
     

     

Chapter Five
     
    Z ahara looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her costume looked great on her. She didn’t have the same body type as the other dancers; for the most part the women were secure enough in themselves not to pick on her for it. She noticed women who were less secure with their own body type had a tendency to pick on other women for not having the same type. Most of the women she shared the stage with were so in love with their own body that they didn’t have time to obsess over somebody else’s body. She meant that in a good way because she thought people should love their body. “You only get one,” she had always. One body to take care of was all anybody had so they should nurture it and love it.
     
    She danced the same type of dance as the other women and she knew the physical fitness it took to get through one routine, let alone four, five and sometimes six. No matter how much jiggle there was to the middle that didn’t mean those women couldn’t hold their own on the dance floor. Just like no matter how atypical her body was for a belly dancer didn’t mean she couldn’t rock the dance floor. Ariana had always told her she owned the floor because she felt the music and clearly was born to dance. Zahara could agree that she felt the music. When she was on stage, when she was dancing around the house or in the backyard she just felt the music and went with it. She was really good as an improvisational dancer because she let the music guide her body. She wouldn’t agree that she was born to dance though. She always thought she was born to study the stars. Astronomy was her first passion, dance her second, and that’s how she still saw it even today.
     
    She was nervous. She was always nervous before a show. She was even more nervous because she was dancing right after Ariana. That was so not fair. She was going second behind the best dancer ever and she wondered if she would drop the excitement level of the audience down a notch. Ariana had told her she arranged it as such because she needed to keep the momentum of the opening going and she perceived her to be the best solo to keep