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Commando Tamia Kuan hasn't had an easy life, but she's never made excuses for making the best of what she has. Her life is beginning to come together... Until the loss of a friend drives home the one lesson in life she's been hiding from -- no one is invincible. Now, she's faced with the very real possibility of losing everything she holds dear. Can a dangerous past be unmade, before it brings any hope of a future crashing down around her?

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     Tamia hesitated in the open doorway of the Command Center, he heart hammering in her throat.  She never thought she’d be more afraid than the day the Chinese Army stormed her parents’ home – a day so indelibly imprinted on her brain that it still had the power to terrify her. But that was nothing, compared to the hurdle she faced now.
     If any of the Commandos could be called “by the book,” straight-arrow Jen LaSaulle was it. And now, thanks to Rick, Jen knew that Tamia hadn’t followed her instructions when the medic first suspected Tamia might be pregnant. Of all the Commandos, Jen was the one she feared most, at the moment, because the profiler had the knowledge and connections to bring Tamia’s world crashing down around her.
     Jen glanced up from the screen of her ever-present hand-held computer as Tamia shifted uncertainly. Concern etched the profiler’s face.
     “Tamia! Shouldn’t you be resting?”
     Tamia blinked, surprised by the concern in the Creole woman’s eyes. Confused, she forced herself to enter the room and settled into her seat across the table from Jen, though she remained tensed for flight, if need be. “I came to help you. I may have a few ideas where to start digging.”
     Jen’s answering smile was quick and natural, further confusing Tamia. Why wasn’t Jen upset? After all, Tamia spit in the face of the regulations, not to mention Jen’s instructions as the team’s medic.
“I’ll take any help I can get. I hate paperwork!”
     Jen laughed then, and Tamia’s hands clenched on her chair’s armrests. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t hold a conversation without facing the proverbial elephant in the room, first.
     “Doesn’t this bother you?”
     Jen blinked, looking confused. “The mission?”
     “No.” Tamia laid her hands on her midsection after a moment’s hesitation. “This. Me.”
     Jen blinked again, looking positively baffled. Then, as understanding dawned in her green eyes, she relaxed back into her chair, laughing.

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