  SASHA POV
  &quot;Great shot!&quot; Drake congratulates me as I accidentally land another bullseye. Dammit. It s a miracle he doesn t seem to suspect a thing yet. &quot;That s all our arrows. I ll go collect them—&quot;
  &quot;No, you don t have to—&quot; I protest. He seems to enjoy the idea of taking care of me, which I hate; I don t know how to deal with it.
  &quot;I insist. You got them last time. I ll be right back.&quot; The smile he flashes me before he heads down our lane would make a lesser woman go weak in the knees. As he reaches our target, my wrist buzzes, and I check my fake fitness tracker.
  Message from the boss. He wants to talk to us, STAT. I told him we re in the field but idk how long his patience will hold.—Rika
  I grind my teeth together in frustration. What the fuck is Anselm s problem? Normally he lets us check in with him, rather than interrupting us in the

  DRAKE POV
  &quot;I still can t believe that you haven t kissed her yet,&quot; Xander fumes. He s barely talked about anything else since we left Sherwood Forest a couple hours ago, and I m getting real sick of it.
  &quot;Not all of us feel the need to shove our tongues down a babe s throat at the first meeting, all right? Leave it,&quot; I growl, trying and failing to focus on my game of Skyrim.
  &quot;What makes you think he got any interest in havin  their first kiss in front o  you?&quot; Callum adds, raising a very valid point.
  &quot;That s exactly it. I want it to be…more private.&quot;
  Xander rolls his eyes. &quot;Oh, please. Cut it with all the romantic crap, will you? Fucks  sake, man, it s bad enough we all had to watch and listen to your cutesy bullshit with her all afternoon—&quot;
  &quot;Not everyone wantin  the same stuff in relationships,&quot; Callum interjects. 

  ZOE POV
  I hope Rika and Sasha buy me whatever I want for dinner when we wrap this group date outing. Helping them pretend to be novices at archery by using my metal manipulation skills to nudge their arrows off-course—thank the powers that be that this archery range uses metal-tipped arrows—while flubbing my own shots is one of the most difficult things I ve ever had to do in the field. Constant concentration, constantly alert—I can t even find much energy to spare on flirting with Callum, which is a shame, because he s the one we most need to be distracted. When he s not focused on his target down range, more often than not he s watching Sasha and Drake, and I don t like the look in his eyes, like he s trying to decide whether or not he should interfere in their relationship.
  And for the sake of our mission, that can t happen. Drake is so into her it s not even funny. It s actuall

SASHA POV
  &quot;Great shot!&quot; Drake congratulates me as I accidentally land another bullseye. Dammit. It s a miracle he doesn t seem to suspect a thing yet. &quot;That s all our arrows. I ll go collect them—&quot;
  &quot;No, you don t have to—&quot; I protest. He seems to enjoy the idea of taking care of me, which I hate; I don t know how to deal with it.
  &quot;I insist. You got them last time. I ll be right back.&quot; The smile he flashes me before he heads down our lane would make a lesser woman go weak in the knees. As he reaches our target, my wrist buzzes, and I check my fake fitness tracker.
  Message from the boss. He wants to talk to us, STAT. I told him we re in the field but idk how long his patience will hold.—Rika
  I grind my teeth together in frustration. What the fuck is Anselm s problem? Normally he lets us check in with him, rather than interrupting us in the field. What makes this mission so important to him?
  I ll ask Rika to try to find out for me, 

Chapter 23 Follow Orders