Page 16 of Covert Mission

Justice, on the other hand, chuckles. His eyes go beyond my shoulder to where I left one angry redhead. “What happened in the woods, bossman?”

Damn him. Justice is one ofthoseguys, always joking. Always giving everyone the devil. Knew it was only a matter of time before he got around to me.

Too bad I’movertalking about the woman. “Nothing other than me threatening her ass,” I grump.

That’s very amusing to him. His chuckle morphs into a laugh. Complete with a shit-eating grin. “Man, you should see your face. That woman?—”

I level a finger in his direction. “You’re assigned to her.”

Justice’s grin turns into a high-beam smile. I’ve seen that show of perfect white teeth swoon more than one woman.

“Right on, man. I don’t mind keeping a pretty woman safe.”

I grit my teeth.

Shit on a shingle. He’s probably responsible for countless women running to Victoria’s Secret because he ignited their panties with a cocky smirk.

My muscles begin to vibrate.

What the hell is going on inside me? That can’t be the green monster.

No fucking way.

“Are we done here?” Justice asks and winks. “I’m gonna just go talk to Camile. They said she’s the boss of the operation.”

The bastard is goading me.

I dare to look to my left. Poppy…I mean the woman…and the others are gathered in a tight circle. Things look tense. A critical conversation.

About leaving,I pray.

My voice is sandpaper. “Camile?”

Justice beams a smirk my way. Not the sexy smirk he gives women. This is the I-gotcha-smirk. “Nice name, huh?”

Camile. Even her name is beautiful.

“No. It’s a pompous name.”

As if I’ve telegraphed her, she flips her eyes my way and they hold. My gut clenches.

Oh yeah.

Jealousy.

Damn, it’s been since… I can’t remember the last time I felt that over a woman.

Evan bumps my shoulder with his fist. “Got another message from headquarters. A few more details about our case. I’ll bring you guys up to speed.”

“Good,” I grunt without taking my eyes off Camile.

The space between us turns into a lightning storm.

She cocks a brow and looks me up and down. Not once. But twice as she sticks out a hip and drops her fists to her waist.

Pure challenge.

Careful little one. You don’t know who you’re messing with.