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“Next time. I only dropped by to get your dad to stop calling me every hour. But ring me in a few days once I’m human again and we’ll grab coffee, and you can tell me all about how you came to wear those clothes.”
Mac gave her a playful shove then headed for the door, waving as Saylor drove off. Foster followed Mac around to her side, crowding her once she’d jumped in.
He motioned to where Saylor had been parked. “Are all your friends ball busters?”
“Are all yours ex-Spec Op?”
“Fair.” He leaned in. “I should have asked you if you were okay with people assuming we were…”
“What? Sleeping together?”
“Basically, though it’s so much more than that.”
She grabbed his shirt and dragged him close, eating at his mouth until she finally needed to gasp in some air. “Does that answer your question?”
“Perfectly.” He eased back, then closed her door, disappearing for a minute as he ducked out of view before hopping in his side.
She nudged him as he started the truck. “Did you just look for any sign of a bomb?”
“Hell, yeah. I would have searched at Bodie’s, but the man has cameras everywhere.” He reversed then turned the truck. “I’m not getting played, again. And since we have a habit of putting our cards on the table, I’d love for you to stay for the foreseeable future.”
Her heart kicked up at the thought, and she couldn’t stop from leaning over — kissing him again. Mac wiped her thumb across his mouth once she’d pulled away. “Me, too. So, drive, Beckett.”
Chapter Fourteen
“Why do we always end up traveling along this section when it’s dark and creepy?”
Foster smiled. Mac had been staring into the darkness for the past five minutes. Ever since they’d turned onto the long winding road up to his place. And he hadn’t missed the way she’d scoured the tree line. Likely looking for a glimpse of Voss amidst the foliage.
He winked at her. “Luck?”
“You’re hilarious.”
“Greer regained consciousness. We had to alter our plans and pay her a visit. Especially since I put her in the crosshairs. And no, you explaining, again, how she would have gone digging regardless won’t make me feel less responsible. I’m just not sure if her temporary amnesia regarding that day is a blessing or a curse.”
“I’d call it a win, for now. Because I have no doubt she’ll be out hunting Carrington and likely Voss once she remembers even a fraction of that night.”
“Chase might have something to say about that. He takes the whole medic thing pretty seriously.”
“I think he’s taking Greer pretty seriously. Was it just me or did he look like a love-sick puppy?”
“It wasn’t just you. I think…” He let his voice trail off when headlights appeared behind them, following along for a few moments before winking out.
Mac nudged his arm. “Foster?”
“There’s a Sig in a lockbox under your seat. Code is one-seven-two-four.”
Mac’s eyes widened, then she was shuffling until she had the box open and the weapon in her hands. “What’s going on?”
“Not sure, yet, but there were headlights behind us, then they vanished.” He glanced at her. “There aren’t any dirt roads back there, so where did they go?”
She looked out the rear window, scanning the area. “I suppose they could have pulled off onto the shoulder, but it’s really narrow. If they waited a minute, it opens up.”
“Right where Chase and Zain went off the road.”
“You think it’s Voss?”
“I think we can’t be too careful.” He nodded at the gun. “Are you okay handling that if it comes down to it?”