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“Get in,” Mac ordered. He opened his door and slid into the vehicle.
She followed suit and hopped into the passenger seat. She sat her small duffle bag down on the floor and shut the door. This was going to be an interesting day. It took them a few minutes to log in to the systems. Mac typed out commands on the laptop while Jordan threw her seat belt on.
“Thanks for letting me ride with you,” she said. She settled back in her seat. She was thankful she had remembered to pop her new sunglasses in her bag. The South Carolina sun was burning bright. She pushed them back along the bridge of her nose and turned to look at Mac.
“You’re lucky.” Mac grunted. He put the truck in drive and guided them through the parking lot. Soon they were merging into the traffic on the road that was positioned behind the precinct. Surprisingly, there was a good amount of cars out at this time of morning.
“Do I even want to know?” Jordan grimaced. So Mac wasn’t the original officer she had been assigned to ride with? She wasn’t shocked. Who could it have been?
Oh God. Hopefully it hadn’t been Craig. She would have just gone back out on medical leave if it had been him. He’d been not-so-secretly pining after her for a while.
“I’m not going to tell you. Let’s just say you were saved.” Mac smirked.
It had to have been Craig. Jordan would have to buy Mac his favorite bottle of tequila. She owed him big time.
“How’s Sarena and Nia?” she asked.
It had been a minute since she’d seen Mac’s wife and daughter. Mac’s little girl was a beautiful miniature replica of his wife, but there were some features of Mac that were blatantly evident that it was his child. She had inherited his eye color. She was going to be a heartbreaker when she got older, and Jordan was sure Mac was going to be breaking some knees of whatever future boyfriends hurt her.
More than likely, each SWAT member would be right there. Nia had gained six uncles and an aunt. Jordan pitied Nia’s future suitors.
“Sarena is doing good, and Nia is growing like a weed,” Mac said.
Jordan couldn’t help but catch the slight smile when he spoke of his wife and child. There was even pride in his voice.
“How old is Nia now?” Jordan asked.
“Two, going on twenty-two,” Mac replied.
Jordan chuckled. Oh, yeah. That girl had her father wrapped right around her little finger. It was amazing to think that a tough former Navy SEAL turned SWAT officer was brought to his knees when it came to his child. Jordan wondered if he participated in tea parties with Nia.
Knowing Mac, those parties were probably more secure than high tea in England with the King.
“How did you figure out about Rhys?” Jordan blurted out. She grimaced and looked away. She took in the scenery that flew past. Mac was taking them to the northern part of town where they were assigned to patrol. She didn’t mind this area. Hard-working middle-class families lived here.
“I didn’t until he showed up at the hospital. I recognized the look in his eyes,” Mac said.
Jordan’s head snapped back to him. He glanced over at her for a brief moment before returning his attention to the road.
“What look was that?” She cleared her throat. Jordan thought back to that day, and she remembered how defiant Rhys had been. He’d been willing to take on her seven SWAT brothers without batting an eye. Myles could be an intimidating son of a bitch, and Rhys had tilted his head back and met the former Army Ranger’s glare with one of his own.
“Fear.”
25
“Knight, I didn’t know you could cook,” Iker announced. He pushed his plate away from him and leaned back in his chair. His green eyes twinkled as he turned to Jordan. He had volunteered to stay at the farm tonight.
Jordan reached for her drink and took a sip. She shook her head and set the glass down on the table. They were taking dinner out on the patio and enjoying the evening weather. Jordan had tried to fight having one of the guys there, but no one would listen.
“And how do you think I have been surviving all of these years?” She arched an eyebrow. She was no high-class French cuisine chef or anything but she had a few specialties up her sleeve. Grilled salmon was one of them. She loved making a marinade for the fish and then throwing it on the grill. A few sides and one would think they were eating a gourmet dish.
“There are plenty of good restaurants here in Columbia.” Iker shrugged. He leaned forward and glanced over at Rhys. “Speaking of surviving. How are you putting up with this one?”
“Hey!” Jordan balled up her napkin and tossed it at Iker who batted it away.
He and Rhys shared a laugh. Jordan glared at Rhys who ignored her. He took a sip from his longneck bottle and sat back.
“Who, her? She’s all bark,” he replied.
