IT WAS ALMOST TEN A.m. before Ben and Annie made it back to the office.
“Glad to see you’re back safely,” Nathan observed dryly as they walked into the conference room with a green folder.
“Boss, you should have seen it,” Ben crowed. “We were traveling about seventy miles an hour. Annie was driving when that tire blew. She handled it like a professional stunt driver. She didn’t freak out at all – hell, she didn’t even say a word. She just wrestled that beast into submission and got us safely parked on the side of the road.”
Beside him, Annie grinned. “My favorite part of training at Quantico was the tactical driving techniques.”
“And it showed. I’ll say it again, that was amazing.”
Ben’s telling of events earned Annie a fist-bump and a ‘nice work!’ from Lizzie before everyone took the
