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“I need to block that channel.”
“Go like you’re heading to Bravo’s.”
“Just for the record, I think you need help with your food fixation,” he said as he took the Pali to get on the interstate.
“I don’t have a food fixation.” She totally did.
“Have you ever noticed that you give directions by restaurant or food truck?”
She frowned. “I do?”
Ian laughed. “Yeah. And why are we going to a gas station to eat?”
“It used to be a gas station, you’ll see.”
He grumbled but headed in the direction of Aiea. She needed some good food and time with her brother not talking about her childhood.
two
Seth Harrison lookedaround the table at his team. He had done his best to make sure to build the camaraderie. At least once a week, they met up for drinks or dinner. Or drinks AND dinner.
“I’m ready for our first weekend to cover for Alpha,” Robbie Ramirez said. He had the good looks of his father—his words, not Seth’s—who was Mexican, and his mother’s eyes, who was Italian. The former SEAL had been on Team Six—the one no one is supposed to know about. He had the same build as when he was a SEAL and was always looking for action—at work and at play.
“Jesus, Rami, don’t jinx us,” Nikki Kekoa, the former Coastie who originally hailed from Maui, said. Since that was the island they usually covered, he thought it had been a stroke of luck she had applied. She’d pushed all her dark hair from her face, making her appear younger than she was. He knew that she used that to her advantages in the field.
“There are no such things as jinxes,” former NCIS agent Kapone Hanson said. He drawled out the words in his southern twang that he bumped up whenever Kap was romancing womenor when he’d had a few beers. It didn’t hurt that he was taller than Seth, who came in at 6’3”.
“You deal with your weird mainland things, and I’ll be in charge of the local legends,” she quipped back. “And Rami, don’t give us bad juju for next weekend.”
Seth glanced at the quietest of the group, Ryan Morrison. He was former LAPD, and Maya, his SAR dog, was at his side. Morrison looked like he should be playing volleyball or in a movie on the beach. He had those good looks that turned the heads of many women, with one of those square jaws, deep blue eyes, and messy blond hair.
“Woah, TFH, three o’clock,” Rami said.
Seth turned around and immediately wanted to curse. Autumn Bradford was making her way from an expensive sports car with Ian Smith. The former MI-6 agent seemed to be her constant companion. When she saw them, she smiled, one of those amazing smiles that always caught his breath in his chest.
They changed directions and made their way through the patrons to their table.
“Hey, Bravo, howzit?”
Every now and then, he forgot that while she’d spent all of her childhood in a cult, she was from Hawaii originally.
“Going okay,” Kapone said, his accent thick and his smile widening. Fucker.
She laughed but said nothing else.
“Are you here by yourselves?” Nikki asked. “And if you are, please rescue me from the sausage fest my life has become.”
Autumn glanced at her companion, who had said nothing. While Bravo and Autumn were dressed in t-shirts and cargo pants, Ian was dressed as if he had somewhere else to be. The dress pants and button-down just didn’t fit in with them—along with shoes he was sure were more than Seth would pay for a pair. Hell, they were probably a couple months’ paycheck.
Ian nodded.
“We’ll go order, then grab a couple of chairs.”
They left the group.
“Do you think they’re bumping uglies?” Nikki asked the group.
“Ugh, why are you the most crass of all of us?” Ramirez asked.
