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Then Andre appears behind him, looking exhausted enough that I’m surprised he hasn’t physically thrown half the team into bed yet.

“That’s it for today.”

I glance at the bike. “I still need to finish—”

“Tomorrow.”

“But I’ve only got—”

“Echo.”

That tone.

I stop.

Andre gestures around the setup. “You’ve been awake since before the airport, you’ve crossed an ocean, and you’ve spent the last few hours buried in these bikes. They’ll still be here in the morning.”

I look down at my notes, even knowing he’s right, which is annoying.

Andre turns to the rest of the crew. “Everybody back to the house. Get some grub. Shower, you need it, and get a decent night sleep. I want everyone back out here at six am sharp.” Then he looks at Wolfe. “Need you for a minute, Fields.”

Wolfe glances at me before standing.

“You good?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

He leans down and presses one more quick kiss to my forehead before following Andre away.

I watch him go for maybe half a second too long.

“Enjoying the view?”

Draygon.

I look over, and smirk.

He’s standing beside me now, hands in his jacket pockets, dark eyes amused.

“I was thinking.”

“About Wolfe’s ass?”

I snort. “Maybe.”

“Good to know.”

“You jealous?”

He steps closer.

“Absolutely.”

That shouldn’t be hot, but unfortunately, it very much is.

His gaze drags slowly over my face, then lower for just a second before coming back. Heat creeps into my cheeks.

Fantastic.