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“It was pretty obvious.”
“Right.” Greer handcuffed the two men, thanking Zain and Chase when they volunteered to drag them out to her car. “You ever consider police work? Something tells me you’d be damn good it.”
Jordan chuckled. “Not really my thing. But thanks.”
“Let me know if you change your mind.” Greer walked over to Foster. “So, Beckett? You want me to do that deep dive?”
“If you’re willing.” He smiled and motioned to Mac. “And it won’t cost Mackenzie her soul.”
“Her, never. You, on the other hand.” She slapped him with her notebook, nodding at Mac. “I’ll be in touch.”
Kash cozied up across from Jordan when she moved back behind the counter. “The Y, huh?”
Jordan glanced up, paused as she studied Kash for several moments, then looked away. “Every woman should know how to defend herself.”
“No argument there. Though, that looked a bit more than simple defensive training.”
“Did it?” She continued to clean the same spot. “You guys cashing out or…”
Mac waved. “I’m starving…”
Her pager went off a moment before Kash, Chase and Zain’s joined in as the other two men walked back inside, the telltale tone killing any hopes of calling it an early night. Maybe seeing if Foster was up to watching a movie. Not that she’d ask him, but she’d been secretly hoping they’d suggest a game of poker at his place or something equally benign, and she’d have an excuse to hang out.
Foster handed Jordan a few bills, waving it off when she arched a brow before placing his hand on the small of Mac’s back and ushering her toward the door. Heat seared across her skin, the simple touch nearly dropping her to her knees.
She managed to make it outside without face-planting on the floor, waving to his team when they headed for their trucks. “Thanks for the coffee.”
“Not quite what I’d had in mind but…”
She bit her tongue before she could ask him what he’d been hoping for, unsure if she was prepared to hear the answer. “Guess this means you can get back to your woodwork.”
“I’m living the dream. Which reminds me, I have something for you.”
Foster darted over to his truck, rummaging around in the rear before closing the door and jogging back over. He handed her a box, crossing his arms once she’d taken it. “Open it.”
She held up her hand when one of his buddies honked their horn. “And here I didn’t get you anything.”
Foster huffed. “Relax. It’s not a ring or anything.”
She tore open the cardboard, staring at the advanced nav unit. “You got me a new Forward Looking Infrared screen?”
“The camera mount on your rig is actually pretty decent, but the screen in your chopper’s a piece of crap. I don’t know how Atticus expects you to actually see anyone who isn’t standing out in the open waving their arms with what he’s got connected.”
“How do you even know what’s there?”
“I realize I was on my ass in the back for part of the ride, but I noticed.” He shrugged. “It’s no big deal.”
“No big deal?” She turned it over in her hands, praying her mouth wasn’t hanging open as she read the specs. “These things are more elusive than Bigfoot. How did you even get your hands on one?”
“I have connections.”
She balked. “You had one of your Air Force buddies acquire this for you?”
Foster smiled, and it was just like back in the café with his face lighting up as his eyes burned into a deep turquoise. “I’d tell you, but…”
“Right.” She groaned when Chase pulled his truck up as close as possible. “I’ll be right there.”
Chase scoffed. “Just freaking kiss already. We’ve got a call.”