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      Chapter Two

      Alexandria, Virginia, 2:15 p.m.

      “I know you’re disappointed, Mom.”

      Cecelia Manning filled two mugs of coffee and handed one to her daughter, Casey. She watched Casey add a scant teaspoon of sugar and a hefty dollop of milk.

      When the risk of milk ending up on her counter was minimized, she said, “My application was accepted.”

      “What?” Casey’s mouth dropped open in shock. “You can’t be serious.”

      “I am completely serious,” Cecelia replied. She decided hiding the pain her daughter’s reaction had caused was best for now. Neither her daughter nor her brother approved of her desire to go into fieldwork for the CIA, but Cecelia had had more than she could take of the boredom and routine of pushing paper around the agency office.

      Her husband had worked in the CIA for the entirety of their married life, until he’d passed away just over a year ago.

      Her brother was the director of an elite team of covert agents known only as “Specialists.” Her daughter had gone into CIA fieldwork, as well. Yet they all expected her to...what? Continue in her predictable, safe role, making Sunday dinners and birthday cakes and learning to knit while she waited for Casey and her new husband, Levi, to provide the grandchildren she wanted to spoil.

      She sipped her coffee and saved the scream of frustration for when she was alone again.

      “Mom, you can’t.”

      “Can’t?”

      Casey’s eyes flared as she obviously caught the warning Cecelia had packed into that one word.

      “I didn’t mean can’t like that.”

      Cecelia sipped her coffee, waiting. More than a little curious how her daughter intended to wrench her foot out of her mouth.

      “It’s just...” She shrugged. “You’re my mom.”

      Cecelia traced the handle of her bright stoneware cup.

      “Fieldwork is crazy,” she added.

      Holding her daughter’s gaze, she waited for an intelligent argument to arise. Not that she’d let anything deter her from her plans. Since her husband’s passing, she’d merely gone through the motions of day-to-day life and now she was ready for something new. She needed something new... Like a life where she felt needed and...wanted.

      She’d survived the shock and grief of losing the man she’d loved and expected to grow old with. She’d learned to cope with a quiet house and the sympathetic looks of her friends and neighbors.

      Her work had been an anchor, steadying her as she moved from one stage to the next. Now it felt like a stone dragging her to the bottom of the Potomac when she thought of sitting behind a desk for the rest of her working days.

      With William buried and their daughter a happy newlywed, Cecelia’s life, unexpectedly, was her own, and she was determined to see just what she could do with it.

      “Mom? You’re not even listening.”

      “No,” Cecelia admitted. “I’m not. Whether you approve or not, I’m making this move.”

      “Mom.”

      “Casey.” She mimicked her daughter’s exasperated tone. “I appreciate your concern, but I didn’t leap into this blindly. This decision isn’t a whim or even a midlife crisis.” She saw Casey blush and knew her daughter had indeed suggested those unflattering theories. She and her uncle, Cecelia’s brother, had discussed this move at length. “The agency wouldn’t have accepted my request if I didn’t have the physical or mental fortitude to succeed.”

      She held up a finger. “If you dare mention the Equal Opportunity Act, I’ll throttle you. Don’t think I haven’t learned a thing or two about minimizing risk already. I am not as naive or helpless as you seem to think.”

      Casey held up her hands in surrender. “You’re a self-defense ninja.”

      “Don’t you forget it, either.” Cecelia smiled. “I know enough about the process to know my two closest relatives did not recommend me.”

      “That’s not true.”

      Cecelia let the fib go unchallenged. Her family wanted the best for her, but they just had a different idea of what that looked like. “And don’t worry. You’ve been through the training yourself. It’s not like they’re dumping me out on the street first thing Monday morning.”

      Casey sighed. “Wouldn’t it just be easier to take some vacation and travel? Field operations isn’t a game, Mom.”

      Her daughter’s complete lack of confidence cut deep, but she supposed it was to be expected. When you walked one path for the duration of a relationship, changing directions was bound to stir things up.

      Maybe there had been enough talk of change for the moment. “How is Levi?”

      “He’s fine. His plane gets in around eight.”

      “And being married is wonderful?”

      “Yeah,” Casey admitted with a secret little smile. One Cecelia remembered wearing long ago when she was that age. “You’re sure you’re okay with us spending Christmas with Levi’s mom in Florida?”

      “Of course. You’re now part of his family, too. Don’t worry about me. I have plans of my own.”

      “You do?”

      “Sure. I bought a ticket for—”

      The doorbell rang and Casey shot her a curious look. Cecelia only smiled as she set her coffee aside. “I have friends. We even do stuff,” she added with a wink. “It’s probably about tomorrow night.”

      Before she reached the front door, it opened and her brother, Thomas Casey, walked inside. The tension was a palpable force rolling off him and bouncing around the narrow foyer.

      Worst-case scenarios bounded through her head before she regained control. She’d learned early in her role as a wife and mother that a cool head was the best asset she could bring to any situation.

      “What

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