She pulled into a packed parking lot in front of a massive glass building. I hadn’t caught the sign, and I tilted my head at her when she parked. An excited giggle left her lips as she hopped out of the car and popped the trunk. I hurried to follow her.

“Pixie,” I chided. “What is my duffel doing in there?” I pointed to the fully stuffed bag in her trunk. “And my gear?” I moved my finger to the laptop bag sitting next to it.

“Sean helped me,” she said. “I figured he’d be a better source to pack for you than Tessa.”

My eyes widened.

“Don’t worry,” Amber said. “I checked the bags earlier. It’s all your stuff.”

I sighed, thankful she’d made sure he hadn’t packed me a bag full of Tessa’s extra-small shirts. “Okay,” I said, still not understanding. “Is this like a prison sentence or something? It looks like there are enough clothes in there for a month.”

“Six weeks, actually,” she corrected me.

“What?” I snapped.

She handed me an envelope before I could press further. “Open it.”

I obeyed, pulling out a badge with my name and picture on it. The title underneath…

“Holy shit,” I blurted, snapping my eyes to her.

Her smile stretched wide.

“No,” I said, and her grin faded. “I can’t take this from you. This is yours.” I shoved the badge at her.

“Uh, pretty sure that’s your picture.” She refused to take the badge. “I transferred my ticket,” she said. “It was an easy sell. I think the boot camp managers were more excited to have you than me.”

“Not possible,” I said. “I can’t take this, Amber.”

“You can. And you will,” she said, stepping so close to me her chest brushed mine. “You gave up the TOC for me. I know how much that meant to you. This boot camp is my way of paying you back.”

“But—”

“No buts,” she cut me off. “You deserve this, Dean. I’m not as gung-ho as you about getting a job the second we’re at MIT. This will streamline your process. There will be other boot camps for me later.”

“How did I get so lucky?” I asked, pocketing the badge and envelope.

She wrapped her arms around my neck. “You’re a good hacker.”

I gaped at her. “And if I wasn’t?”

She shrugged. “Wouldn’t even be on my radar,” she teased.

“Oh,” I said. “You will pay for that remark.”

“Bring it.” She nipped at my bottom lip, eliciting a growl from me. “I love a challenge.”

“Nope,” I said, swiping my tongue over her lip. “No more challenges for us.”

“Is that so?”

“Mm-hmm,” I mumbled, leaning closer to her mouth.