Page 26 of Jason Bourne (Seals on Fraiser Mountain #7)

Jason

L ane walked through the door, shoulders tight, her uniform shirt smudged with dust. I didn’t need to ask if it had been a rough night—her eyes told me enough.

“You’re late,” I said, handing her a beer. “Or right on time, depending on how you look at it.”

She cracked it open and drained half in one swallow. “Domestic call. Guy thought he could use his fists to make a point.”

“And?”

“He’s in my jail.”

The corner of my mouth twitched. She was fitting in, even if she didn’t see it yet. “You’ll make enemies fast if you keep locking up the good ol’ boys around here.”

“Then they can add me to their list.” Lane kicked off her boots and dropped beside me on the couch. “I didn’t come up here to make friends, Jason. I came to keep people safe.”

Her words dug under my skin, because that was the same reason I came here too. The same reason I kept my weapons cleaned and my instincts sharp, even though I promised her we’d build a normal life.

The problem was, normal always had a bad seed growing nearby.

I brushed a strand of hair from her face. “This mountain doesn’t know it yet, but you’re the best thing that’s happened to it.”

She smirked. “Even if I teach half the women here how to kick their husbands’ asses?”

“Especially then.”

I smirked, putting my gun in my holster. I was dressed in my jeans and my holster from my FBI days. I didn’t like the Sheriff's uniform. So I didn’t wear it, but I did wear the badge, so people knew who I was.