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“Saylor’s here?”
She grabbed Foster’s hand and dragged him into the hanger, smiling when her friend came barreling across the room, nearly bowling her over. She grimaced against the pressure on her ribs, not that she’d complain.
Her friend eased back, giving Foster a thorough once-over before grinning at her. “I was starting to think your dad had lied about you signing up just so I’d join.”
Mackenzie laughed. “Which he would, but no. I’m just not working today.”
Her gaze narrowed as she looked at Foster, again. “I heard you were involved in some sort of bizarre rescue.” She leaned closer. “On the ground!”
“You say that like it’s the first time.”
“It probably was.” She eyed Foster. “I don’t suppose you’re Beckett?”
Foster sighed. “Glad to see the trend regarding my last name continues.”
“You’re the one who’s pissed off Atticus.”
“All I said was no.”
“Exactly. Why do you think I’m here? The ornery goat said he’d call my dad if I didn’t base my tour company here and help out with water rescues whenever he needed me.”
Mac groaned. “Which translates into you working full time for him within a month or two.”
Saylor shrugged. “It’s not like I left the Coast Guard because I was over the adrenaline rush.”
Mac nodded. “Is all of that resolved?”
Saylor sighed. “I got out. He’s hopefully going to jail. That’s what’s important.”
“There shouldn’t be any hopefully involved.”
“We both know that’s not how the military works. Even with all the proof, he was a captain. I was just a lieutenant commander. Rank matters.”
“It’s bullshit. And you shouldn’t have had to leave.”
Saylor grabbed her hand and squeezed. “I couldn’t stay. You know that. Besides, when my best friend tells me to haul ass to her ridiculously small town to keep her company, I haul ass.”
“Did that marina space work out?”
“It’s perfect. And I love the loft space above.” She grinned. “Do I want to know where you’re staying? Because those are clearly not your clothes.”
“No. They’re not. And technically, I rented a cabin at the Lighthouse Lodge just outside of town. But I’m staying at Foster’s for…” She paused, unsure how to answer. Was it just for a few nights? A week? Until they decided where this was going?
Foster palmed her back. “Until she decides she’d rather shoot me in the ass.”
Saylor nodded. “So, any day now.”
“Ouch.” Foster shook his head. “Another one with claws. You should drop by some time.”
“I will. After I get sorted.” She stuffed her hand in her pocket and grabbed a couple of business cards. “What do you think?”
Foster smiled. “Raven’s Nest. Cute play on words. Are you as crazy on the water as Mac is in the air?”
“More so.” Mac shushed her friend. “Please, I’ve seen you pilot boats through conditions Poseidon, himself, wouldn’t be caught out in.”
“Only because I was backing you up.”
Mac scoffed, but she didn’t miss the way Foster merely shook his head. “We’re going to grab some food and head back to Beckett’s if you’d like to join us.”