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The Ranger frowned. “What’s this?”
“My contact information. Do you want to continue working for Ward Security?”
He straightened. “No, sir.”
“If you want a shot with Fortress, send your contact information to my email. I can’t guarantee Maddox will hire you, but I’ll get you in the door for an interview. You interested?”
“Yes, sir. What happens if Maddox hires me?”
“You’ll spend some quality time with two Special Forces teams at our training facility in Otter Creek. You need it. You’ve lost your edge.”
Adams glanced at Rafe. “Yeah, I have. You shouldn’t have gotten the drop on me.”
“Your skills are rusty. They better not stay rusty at PSI. Otherwise, you’ll be out on your ear. Our trainers don’t mess around.” He ought to know. They sharpened Rafe’s skills when he was there and gave him a few new ones to carry into his black ops career.
“Wait.” The Ranger frowned. “PSI. Personal Security International. Isn’t that where a Delta Force team trains bodyguards?”
“That’s right. It’s a tough training regimen.” And because Rafe knew how he felt being trained in a bodyguard school after being a SEAL, he added, “The training is a gateway into being an operative.” Adams might have the skills to be an operative, but with his track record, he’d have to prove himself during training and a probationary period. Maddox might let Adams run a few missions with an established team as a test if Cahill and St. Claire believed he was qualified to be an operative. “You’ll have to prove yourself to the trainers, and that won’t be easy. Are you up for the challenge, or do you want to continue wasting your time and military training with Ward Security?”
Adams looked at Eli. “You’re serious, sir?”
“I’ll ask Brent to bring you in for an interview. The rest is up to you. Are you in?”
“I’m in.”
“Good. As soon as you send the contact information, I’ll call Maddox.”
“I don’t know how to thank you, sir. I won’t let you down.”
“Tell us about your security team.”
“What do you want to know?”
“Everything.”
“Fleming is a lush. He can’t stay away from bars. He even drinks when he’s at home. That man drinks on the job and off.”
Eli frowned. “How did he get a job at Ward Security?”
“No clue.”
“Why would Hugh choose Fleming for my security team?” Kristi asked as she pushed her empty mug aside.
“An excellent question.” One Rafe wanted answered.
Adams’ eyes widened. “Mr. Ward requested him?”
“Ward says he chose the team himself.”
“I wouldn’t hire Fleming to watch my dog much less the woman I planned to marry.”
Kristi flinched. “I’m not marrying Hugh.”
The Ranger stared. “Does he know that?”
“I told him yesterday. He wasn’t happy.”
“I’ll bet. He’s talked about you nonstop for the past few weeks, ma’am.”