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Liz's swearing was doing her Marine training proud; it was almost poetic. I wanted to scream a few choice words myself, but it'd be like throwing out a dirty limerick after a Shakespearean sonnet. I'd just embarrass myself.

One tug from me sent the rest of my jeans--with undies--to the floor with a wet plop. Meanwhile, Ian had grabbed the fatigues and unzipped the legs from ankles to midcalf, then went down on one knee in front of me, eyes steadfastly on my feet. "Don't need to take off your boots," he said, "just stick your feet in." I did before he decided to cut anything else off me.
"Does going commando make me one?" I asked.

"Relax your grip and your shoulders. Pull the trigger on the exhale. You can do this."
Agent Ian Bryne. Poster child for calm.
Me. Poster child for panic.

"And keep our exit open," Ian told him.
Yasha grinned crookedly. "Don't I always?" He looked at me and his grin broadened. "Scream if something jumps at you."
I tried for a grin; it felt more like a grimace. "Don't I always?"

Yes, I'm reading this again. It's one of my comfort series.