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“I’m hoping to get him back to the States so I can keep an eye on him. I plan to buy some land. Build some cabins.”
“That sounds so nice.”
“I’ve got more ideas. But I’m just working it out in my head…” He almost seems embarrassed.
I reach across the console of the truck and rub my hand over his forearm. “We can talk about it another time.”
Lucas takes his phone back. “Enough about me.”
We’re back in Santa Rosa. He guides the truck into the compound where his team is staying, pulling to a stop next to their other truck.
His thumb works quickly over the keys on the phone, and soon, a call is connecting on the stereo system of the truck. As it rings, he glances over. “Sit tight. I’m going to make a call before it gets any later.”
Is he calling his brother?
“Beast!” a voice booms.
“Yo, man, you’re on speaker.”
There’s a raspiness to the man’s voice that almost seems familiar. “Long time no talk, fucker.”
Lucas grunts, “When I said you were on speaker it was because I wanted you to watch your dirty-ass mouth. I’ve got female company.”
There’s a dark chuckle. “Let me guess, that pretty Middle Eastern gal? I hope so, about fucking time you got your head out of your ass.”
ChapterForty-Six
When I said I had women issues in my past, I wasn’t ready to have this conversation.
Damn it to hell.
Shit. Of all the things for the asshole to say…
“Nighthawk, you’re a fucking idiot.”
Beside me, Camile stiffens. Her hand goes for the door handle, but I put my hand on her thigh to stop her. “Hang on.”
My former commander’s voice rises. “What?”
I turn my attention back to the call. “I’m calling to talk about business.”
“You want to come to work for PCI? I knew you’d finally get your shit together.”
Camile sucks in a sharp breath. Her eyes narrow as she looks at me accusingly.
“Not coming to work for you, asshole, I did that once. Look, I’ve got Camile here with me.”
“Who?”
“One of your operatives.”
“You know me as the call sign Calypso,” Camile chimes in as she cringes.
There’s a beat of silence before something slams loudly on the other end. “Calypso! Beast, what the goddamned hell are you doing with her?”
“Sir,” she says shakily, “if you’ll give me a moment to explain.”
Nighthawk is melting down. His voice is now at top volume. “Beast, if you fucked my operative and caused me to lose this job, you’re going to have hell to pay.”