"I know you did." And she still pushed him to tell her. She knew it was going to bed. It had been a feeling of her's. And it had been bad. Katrina glanced up at Mitch before taking the glass and taking a sip from it.
Well, now he had her attention again. What exactly did he get himself into that he isn't allowed to tell her? "Mitch..." There was worry in her voice, that much was obvious. But before she could even ask the question, he was sharing freely with her again. "What kind of classified team? What exactly did you get yourself into?"