Seemed logical. Besides, she thinks you’re dreamy.”
“Smart girl,” he said, his eyes crinkling as he smiled down at her. “Now if I can just convince her mentor.”
Hannah’s heart literally did a stutter step, and she ducked her head, making a play of adjusting her glasses. When the hell had she turned into a simpering coed?
“You guys going to stand here making eyes at eachother or do you want to maybe come inside and get this show on the road?” Simon’s voice echoed in her ears, and Hannah felt her face go red.
Running a hand through her hair, she nodded and slipped past them both, taking a seat next to Annie, who was already at the war room conference table. Across from them sat Drake Flynn, the unit’s extraction expert. He’d flown in just this morning from California.
“So how are the newlyweds?” Hannah asked, ignoring Harrison as he walked into the room with Simon. There was nothing to be embarrassed about. They’d just been kidding around, and she’d let her stupid pheromones get the better of her.
“I wouldn’t really know,” Drake was saying, blue eyes twinkling. “Except for meals and some long walks on the beach, they really haven’t left their bedroom all that much.”
Drake’s brother Tucker and his new wife, Alexis, had rented a house in Laguna Beach for some much-needed downtime after Alexis’s near miss with the Consortium. Drake and his wife, Madeline, had been visiting when the news about Alain DuBois had surfaced.
“Did Madeline come back with you?” Annie asked.
“No. I figured with the house under construction she’s better off in California. And nocturnal activities notwithstanding, I think Tucker and Alexis are happy to have her there. Besides, she’s been having a time with morning sickness so flying cross-country wasn’t exactly on her top ten list of fun things to do.”
“This too shall pass,” Annie said with a shudder. “I thought I was never going to be able to eat again the first two months with Adam. But then I hit month three andstarted eating everything that wasn’t nailed down. It’s a wonder I didn’t gain five hundred pounds.”
“Well, I’ll be happy when we get to that stage. Right now, she’s pretty damn miserable.”
Across the table, Simon cleared his throat, looking decidedly uncomfortable.
“Welcome to the new and improved A-Tac.” Harrison laughed, making a face over the top of his laptop screen as he settled behind the computer. “Not exactly the kind of conversation you expected when you signed on, huh?”
“No worries,” Annie said with a calculated smile. “We may talk domestic bliss, but as you saw in Montreal, we’re more than capable of rising to a challenge.”
“Which brings us to the case at hand,” Avery said, cutting through the small talk as he walked to the front of the room. “I just got off the phone with Tyler, and it’s just as we expected. The bomb site is practically clean.” Tyler Hanson was the team’s ordnance expert. She’d flown in to Montreal with Nash Brennon, A-Tac’s second in command and Annie’s husband, almost before the dust had begun to settle. Annie was heading back after the debrief to help them.
“So we’ve got nothing?” Simon asked, his impatience showing.
“I wouldn’t say that. Tyler and Nash still have a long way to go with their investigation. And based on the coordination it took to instigate a blast that size while at the same time taking out DuBois, I think we can safely assume that the whole thing had to have been planned well in advance.”
“Which means it was a set-up.” Annie frowned. “They were trying to take us out along with DuBois.”
“Whoever the hell these people are, they’ve definitely got a hard-on for A-Tac,” Drake said, leaning forward so that his elbows rested on the table, his fingers steepled. “Hell, they can’t seem to get enough of us.”
“Maybe they’re just trying to keep us occupied,” Annie suggested. “I mean,
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