“I thought we’d decided that the security breach was too severe to risk Blair returning.”

“We need a place to live in Manhattan if Cam’s base of operations is there,” Blair said. “And that’s my home.”

“Blair and I talked about it on the flight down here,” Cam said. “The breach wasn’t because of an inherent problem with building security, but because Matheson had an inside person providing him with details and access. Instead of reinventing the wheel somewhere else, we’ll correct for weaknesses there.”

“I’ll discuss it with the president.” Lucinda held up her hand when Blair started to protest. “You can save the damn declaration of independence, Blair. There are some things he wants to know about, and your security is one of them. That’s the way it is.”

“Okay,” Blair said quietly. “But I’ll talk to him about it, okay?”

“I suppose it is a father-daughter thing.” Lucinda smiled fleetingly. “So, where are we then?”

“Well,” Cam said, “we know our enemy, which is the critical element necessary to win any war. We have the best people anywhere in the world working for us. And we have every reason in the world to prevail, so eventually, we will.” She smiled at Blair. “As to the immediate future, Blair and I have a wedding to prepare for.”

Blair pulled Cam to her feet and slid an arm around her waist. “Finally, a plan I can’t find anything to argue with.”

Lucinda laughed. “Will wonders never cease.”

“No,” Blair said, kissing Cam tenderly, “not in this lifetime.”