“Maybe.” He shrugs, unapologetic. “But it saved your life.”
I can’t argue with that. He’s right. Still, I wish his macho man antics hadn’t been validated.
I narrow my eyes. “You’re going to be impossible to live with now, aren’t you?”
“No,” he lies, grinning at me.
I sigh. “Do I have to debrief with the commando dudes?”
His eyes flash with mirth. “They aren’t commandos.”
“Whatever.” I eye their black-on-black attire and large guns. “If it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck…”
“They’re an FBI tactical team.”
“Do I have to talk to them, or not?”
“You do.”
“Figured you were gonna say that,” I mutter.
“It won’t be bad. Just a few questions.” He drops a kiss on my forehead. “I know one of the lead investigators on Mac’s case. Sometimes we help each other out when we’re in a bind – off the record, of course. Good guy. Name’s Conor Gallagher, he’s a special agent who relocated from New York City not too long ago.”
“What, are you two drinking buddies?” I ask, noting the familiarity in his tone.
“Poker night once a month.” He grins. “Boston. It’s a small town.”
“Especially for you commando types,” I murmur.
“Come on.” He wraps one arm around my shoulder and leads me back toward the warehouse. “Let’s go talk to him so we can get the hell out of here.”
***
The door opens and all of our heads swivel in sync toward it.
A vet tech walks out with a bouncy golden retriever.
I scowl.
Nate’s arm tightens around me.
“I’m sure he’s next,” Gemma says, squeezing my hand.
“Totally,” Lila agrees. “The little fur-ball will be out any minute.”
“Want me to go check what’s taking so long?” Chase offers, smiling. “Receptionists like me.”
Gemma shoots him a look. “Oh, do they now?”
His eyes are warm on her. “Jealous, sunshine?”
“Yep,” she admits easily, grinning back at him.
I roll my eyes and snuggle closer to Nate.
“If I’d known I was going to be fifth wheeling, I’d have dragged Parker along,” Lila grumbles.
Nate chuckles and I feel it vibrate through me.