CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
After removing her wrist restraints, it'd taken Devon longer than ever to recuperate from their explosive lovemaking the night before. When he could get off the bed and stand without falling, he’d stumbled to the bathroom and retrieved a wet cloth to clean Kristen with. His sweet Ninja-girl had fallen asleep immediately after he removed her plug and settled her on her side, so he could spoon her from behind and hold her in his arms for the rest of the night.
Now, the sun was up, and it was seven forty-five. He had fifteen minutes before meeting everyone down at the conference room to find the name of the person who wanted some of them dead. He had showered, put on a comfortable pair of his tan military DSUs, otherwise known as tactical pants, a navy blue T-shirt, and
