someone out there fits that category.”
“Hannah’s going to Mexico.” Mason lifted his gaze to his cousin. “She won some tickets or something.”
Zain whistled. “Stevens will not like that.”
“I’m going with her.”
“Willingly?”
“She said she was going to go by herself. It seemed like a no-brainer.”
“There is no way Stevens will buy that you’re just going to look after her. Hell, I don’t believe it, and I know you know better than chasing that tail.”
“Would you rather her go by herself?”
“Can’t she take a friend or something?” Zain rubbed his forehead with his good hand. “Damn it. If I called and told him now, you know he’d either tell us to not let her leave—or assign a team to go and babysit her. We all know how that worked out last time.”
“I heard.”
Hannah and her father might get along like wet cats, but her old man had taught her how to shoot, defend herself, and hide. If Hannah wanted to shake a tail, her father had taught her how. Probably in the interests of giving her the tools to shake off guys like Mason, but it worked both ways. She could make it awfully hard to keep Daddy dearest from following her.
“Look, man, I don’t know which way the Admiral would go on this if things went to hell. Stevens was the first hire when we expanded. They’ve been buddies since forever. Crawford could not care—or you could be fired.”
“I know.” Mason scrubbed a hand across his jaw. There was no telling how it would go, but he was not expecting anything good to come from it.
“Is she worth it?”
“I think so.”
“You have to know so.”
“How would you know?” Mason glared at his cousin. The last girl he’d seen Zain with predated his need for a prosthetic.
Zain stared back, not a single crack in his composure. “It’s my job to watch people. I know the signs.”
“What should I do?” Mason wanted it all, the job, the girl, a life. But things hadn’t worked out for him yet. Why should they start now?
“If it were me, treat the trip like a job. Watch her. Hang with her. Let her trust you. Don’t touch her, though. Don’t cross that line. Come home and let her down easy. Say you don’t think anything is there. Man, I don’t want to see you cut off or worse...”
Zain’s stare held meaning.
Mason grimaced. He hadn’t wanted to go there. Consider that Mr. Stevens could set out to put him on point, dole out the crap jobs, the ones where it was just a matter of time until a guy died. Judging by Zain’s pointed stare, Mason had to rethink the possibility there.
What if Mr. Stevens wanted him dead for being near his daughter?
“I could go home. Parents are talking to me again.” Mason slumped in the chair. The reality of his situation was not a kind one.
“Yeah, and do what? Flip burgers?” Zain shook his head. “You’re a SEAL, man. Doesn’t matter you don’t have the uniform on. It’s who you are. Giving this up and going civvie will wreck you. I don’t want to see that happen over a girl. A nice girl. I like Hannah. If things were different, I’d be happy for you. But she’s Steven’s daughter, man. He won’t rest until he puts as much space between the two of you that he can. He’ll either make the Admiral fire you...or he’ll figure out how to make you quit. And that’s the nice way this ends. I’ve been around here for a long time, and Stevens isn’t a bad guy, but where Hannah is concerned...I wouldn’t want to chance it.”
Stevens had the power to put Mason in the kind of situation that would get him killed. What they did, the jobs they took, they weren’t safe. People died. Not often, because the Aegis Group was good at their job. But men died. Good men. And Mason could be one of them.
Was his life worth one weekend with Hannah?
Dylan cringed and glanced at his phone.
The name Cruz pulsed on the screen.
Shit.
Rogelio must have run his mouth.
Dylan briefly considered not answering the call. Most of