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Teagan dashed to the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face. Hopefully, her crying jag wouldn’t show. Hard to betaken as a tough-as-nails sharpshooter with tear tracks on her cheeks.
After drying her face, she retraced her steps to the living room, drew in a deep breath, and twisted the doorknob.
Seth turned, studying her face. “Everything okay?”
She nodded. “Let’s go eat. We have trainees to intimidate after lunch.”
“Second best part of my day.”
Her eyebrow rose. “What’s the best part?”
“Kissing you.” He cupped her nape and brushed her lips with his. “I’m addicted to your kisses, Teagan. I could spend hours doing just that.”
“What a coincidence, Seth. I’m addicted to your kisses.”
“I knew it. We’re a matched pair.” Seth threaded his fingers through hers.
Together, they stepped off the porch and walked across the compound. When they walked into the large dining hall, conversations at the tables dropped to nothing.
Seth stood at the door, straight and tall, as his gaze swept over the room’s occupants. Little by little, conversation picked up again as people broke eye contact with Seth and leaned in to talk to their table mates about the newcomers.
Teagan had to hand it to the man she adored. He did intimidation extremely well.
When only a handful of people continued to stare, Seth glanced at Teagan. “Guess we’re creating waves around camp,” he murmured.
“We’ll make more before we’re finished.” She headed for the food line and stood behind Ryan. “How’s it going, Ryan?”
“Good, ma’am.”
“It’s Teagan.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Still planning to join us after lunch?” Seth asked the machinist.
“I am, sir.”
“Good. I’m looking forward to working with you. See you in an hour.”
He and Teagan filled their plates, grabbed bottles of water to drink, and headed for the table in the back corner occupied by their teammates.
“You know how to make an entrance,” Noah muttered. “They didn’t do that when the rest of us arrived.”
“We have more charisma than the rest of you,” Teagan said.
Their teammates laughed.
“Everything go all right with Peters?” Seth asked Knight and Marsh in a low voice.
The two detectives exchanged grim glances. “He’s in back-to-back meetings unless he’s making moves on the closest woman at hand,” Marsh murmured. “The man has an ego the size of the continental US.”
“Anything else?”
“Peters is cagey and suspicious of everyone in his vicinity,” Knight said. “All his meetings are in his office with the door shut. We can see him but can’t hear a word.”
Teagan grimaced. She’d been afraid of that. For all Peters’ enthusiasm at having a Special Forces team at his disposal, he didn’t trust his new bodyguards as far as he could throw them.
Made their jobs harder. The feds were pushing hard for more information to thwart The Brotherhood’s plot. If Peters refused to take them into his confidence soon, she and Seth would have to create a plan to find the information and pass it on to Fortress and the feds. The last thing she wanted was to get caught in a firefight between the good guys and the bad.