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clothes. “What are the police saying?”
    “They don’t know anything. The FBI finally got involved, but they can’t find her.”
    “I’ll be on the first plane tomorrow. I’ll—”
    “Wait! I …” Joel swallowed audibly. “I know you have connections.”
    “With the Houston PD? Yeah, I still have a lot of contacts there.”
    “No, you know people who know people. Slimeballs who can—”
    Seth froze. “Shit, Joel, I don’t know people who abducted kids.”
    “You can find out stuff ordinary people can’t. You owe us, Seth. This family has never been the same. With Kelli being taken, it’s killing us.”
    Seth swallowed a disgusted sigh and resumed grabbing his clothes. There was no point in trying to explain to his brother that his old contacts with his once sleazy undercover life couldn’t help Kelli. Joel’s opinion didn’t matter … Seth’s first and only priority now was to find his niece. “Give me all the info you have.”
    As his brother related details, places, and dates, his mind began functioning at full throttle again—something it hadn’t done in a very long time. Pulling a duffel bag from his closet, he stuffed in clothes and shoes. When Joel finally paused for a breath, Seth said grimly, “I’ll be there tomorrow morning.”

Two weeks later
Last Chance Rescue headquarters
Paris, France

    Beads of sweat rolling down his handsome, determined face, the man held Honor’s arms above her head and growled softly, “Say it.”
    Her entire body stretched almost painfully on the floor, voice strained from the effort it took to speak, Honor gritted out one word: “Never.”
    He kept his voice low and soft, as if speaking to a wild animal he was trying to tame. “Come on, give it up, Stone. Say it and I’ll let you go.”
    Not bothering with words this time, Honor wrapped her leg around one of his and jerked. It was like trying to move a mountain. Dammit, she didn’t want to give in, but he’d given her almost a full minute of leeway. Someone less stubborn would have said what he wanted to hear well before now and received some relief. Not Honor Stone.
    Though it cost her, she arched an arrogant brow and said, “I’ve got nothing else on my agenda today.”
    His chuckle echoed in the small gym as LCR operative Aidan Thorne rolled off her. Determined to show no weakness, Honor sprang to her feet, ready for another attack.
    Sprawled on the mat as if it were a bed, his grin as cocky as ever, Aidan drawled, “Just because you didn’t say I’m the best doesn’t mean you didn’t mean it.”
    “Now, that’s the kind of logic I’d expect from a surfer dude.”
    As he got to his feet, he gave his usual snort of disgust for one of her many nicknames for him.
    Honor pulled the elastic band from her sweat-dampened hair and ran her fingers through it. Panting lightly, she smiled at the man she’d almost bested. Aidan wasn’t breathing as hard as she was, but still, she’d come as close as she’d ever been to bringing down the big lummox.
    His answering wink told her he’d read her mind. “You got close.”
    Except for his blond, beach-bum looks and the hard, cold expression she’d sometimes glimpsed on his face, Aidan reminded her of her brother. She had never been able to take Nick down, either. Didn’t mean she’d ever stop trying. Someday both men would be paying her the hundred bucks they’d promised if she ever accomplished that goal. Never one to back down from a challenge, she intended to collect in full.
    Her grin equally cocky, she replied, “One day, Beach Boy … one day.”
    He snorted again and threw her a towel. “In your dreams.”
    “You two through razzing each other?”
    Honor whirled around and smiled at Noah McCall, who stood at the door. In unison, she and Aidan replied, “Never.”
    Though McCall’s mouth twitched in humor, the somber expression in his eyes told her he had something on his mind other than hearing two of his operatives trade