Dana sat back, amusement taking her. The desire to belong to the team, just for a little while, caught her off guard. Working alone did get lonely. “I accept. So long as I can write a story once we’re finished, with your approval.”

Malcolm chuckled. “I told you she’d say that.”

Nari nodded, her black eyes twinkling. “Yeah, you did. Also, Dana, everyone who works in the unit has weekly sessions with me. I assume you’re okay with that?”

Dana stiffened. “I don’t need a shrink.”

“Amen, sister,” Force muttered beneath his breath.

Dana caught her words and hastened to add, “Not that there’s anything wrong with counseling. It’s just that I’m fine.”

Nari smiled. “Then our hour a week will go fast and we can just chat. The requirement is nonnegotiable.” Her eyes hardened as she glanced sideways at Force. “For almost everybody, anyway.”

Dana took another bite of pizza, chewing thoughtfully before turning toward Wolfe, who’d just finished his third slice. “Do you attend counseling once a week?”

He tipped back his beer, drinking the entire bottle, his throat moving in a way that was blatantly sexy. Finishing, he set it down and accepted a second one from Malcolm. “Yeah. Since I’m fine and don’t need shrinking, Nari and I talk about fashion, the Kardashians, and sometimes the royal family. I’m betting little Archie will be a fantastic polo player.”

What a smart aleck.

Nari drew a chair over from its perch against the dented yellowed wall and sat. “I took that bet. I’m going to win.”

Okay. Two smart alecks.

Wolfe twisted the cap off the bottle. “Oh, and Dana is moving in with me for a short time while we handle a story that might’ve put her in danger. It’s her story and not a Deep Ops case, and I’ll call you in if we need you. Right now, we don’t. Figured you gossips would like to hear it from me first.”

Nari sat forward. “What kind of story?”

How interesting that Wolfe didn’t mention his own case. Dana cut him a look but didn’t rat him out, as he no doubt trusted her to keep silent. She’d agree for now, but if he didn’t let her in, she wouldn’t cover for him indefinitely with the team. Well, probably. She did feel a sense of loyalty to the guy, considering he’d saved her life from a psycho ex-senator the previous month. “I’m not at liberty to discuss it quite yet,” she said, a little primly.

Force narrowed in on Wolfe. “Does the story explain those ridiculous pants?”

Frankly, they were kind of sexy on the hard-bodied soldier, but Dana didn’t argue.