Wolfe prowled in from the second case room, holding boxes of outdated materials from cases they’d put to bed; Angus Force was right behind him, his eyes more bloodshot than usual. The leader had been on a mission for two weeks, and he seemed more on edge than ever.

Wolfe cut him a look. “You going to tell us what’s going on?”

Force shook his head. “Not yet. There isn’t anything to tell.” Even his voice sounded exhausted.

“I thought we were going to paint the floor or something today,” Brigid said, emerging from her computer room with Raider on her heels and Kat in her hands.

Nari leaned against her doorjamb, eating a cookie. “I thought that was the plan, too. We really need to brighten this place up.” She looked around the dingy office. “We have some juice since we took down Rockcliff and Theresa Rhodes.”

Theresa had been taken into custody shortly after Rock had died, and rumor had it she’d lawyered up quickly.

Wolfe set the boxes down and frowned, looking sexy and strong. “Dana? You can’t be here if there are paint fumes. I hadn’t realized that was the plan.”

Pippa leaned to the side. “You’re allergic to paint?”

“No, she’s pregnant,” Wolfe said.

Silence descended a second before pandemonium hit. There was a rush toward her, and then a lot of hugs, including a very gentle one from Angus Force. The sheer joy and congratulations of the team filled Dana, and she had to bat back tears.

Wolfe was still frowning. “Hadn’t we told you guys that?”

Man, he was clueless sometimes.

“No.” Angus gave him some sort of man hug, his expression lightening for a brief moment.

“Huh.” Wolfe’s eyes softened as he looked at her, making her feel powerful and so happy she almost ached. “We’re getting married, too. She’s got a lot of sisters and friends, so I’m probably going to need groomsmen. We’ll figure it out later. I guess you guys would all look okay in a tux.”

Okay? It’d be the best-looking groom’s side ever.

“We’re not painting today,” Angus said, shoving a box over by the ones Wolfe had set down. “Nari is right that we have some juice now, so I called in a couple of favors.”

The elevator protested, screeched, and then descended, opening to reveal Agent Millicent Frost, her hair streaked with blue, boxes in her hands.

Dana cocked her head to the side. “What’s happening?”

Angus moved to help Millie with the boxes. “I’ve hired both you and Agent Frost as part of the Deep Ops team.”

Dana’s mouth opened and then closed. “I don’t recall applying for a job.” She liked being a journalist, but the idea of being a government agent, with all of those resources at her fingertips, was definitely appealing.

Wolfe nodded. “Agreed. She’s pregnant.”