Buck flipped the guy off. “This calls for beer. And food.”
They headed inside, ended up making a day of it, that hike of Tierney’s getting sidelined to the following morning. The sun sat low on the horizon by the time his teammates left, their engines fading into the encroaching darkness.
Buck stood on the driveway, staring at the machine, wondering what deal he’d ever made to get this lucky, when Tierney laughed.
She sidled up to him, shaking her head. “Just go inside, already. Geek out. We both know you want to.”
“Damn straight. And for the record, I was just thinking…”
“About what?”
“Us. This.” He gestured to the house, the RV. “We’ve got a fortress, a mobile armory, and according to Sloane, we’re both officially off the black market. Makes me wonder, what’s next?”
“Sounds like it’s time to get back to work.”
“We could…” He nodded toward the RV. “Or we go break in the mattress in Area 52.”
Tierney grinned, taking his hand and pulling him toward the massive RV. “I thought you’d never ask.” She stopped at the door and smiled when he scooped her up, carried her inside. “I love you, Buck Landry.”
“Love you more, Tierney O’Rourke.” He headed for the back bedroom. “Now, let’s get this baby rocking.”