Charlie’s eyes widen. “Oh, so you talk about my ass? Is it part of your company meetings?”

Not a bad idea. Hmmm. I may have to add that to the agenda. On the other hand, I don’t want anyone talking about her ass. “No.” Fuck that.

She smirks as if she knows why I’m so adamant. “How long are you guys home for?” she asks Quinn.

Natalie was approaching, but she stops in her tracks. Quinn notices and nods. “Not sure.”

That’s bullshit. They’re leaving soon, and Lee knows it. She’s just having a hard time accepting the idea of it. Part of me wants to tell her to buck up because this is what she gets being married to a SEAL again. There’s a part of us that goes insane being home too long. Sure, it’s a great break, but we live for the field. Being home keeps us human while the field keeps us animalistic. I miss that feeling.

“You can say it, Quinn.” She thaws out. “I know you’re all leaving.”

“I won’t be responsible for you throwing things.”

“I only throw things at you.” Lee gives him a condescending look. “Because you’re an idiot.”

I huff, open my mouth to say something in support of his stupidity, but Liam walks in with the food. “Let’s eat!” he says. At least he gives us a reason to shut up and not get in a fight. Quinn and I will have words, though.

Liam must be aware of the energy in the room. Natalie places her arms around him. He’s a lucky dude. He has the woman he loves, kids, friends, and still gets to kick everyone’s ass.

I’m getting there. I just need to get Charlie fully on board with actually dating and not this trying shit. I don’t need marriage and all that yet. But we’ve been friends for a year, and I know there’s potential.

Everyone digs in while I sit back and observe. Surrounded by the people who matter, I think about how easily Charlie fits in. She’s one of us. She knows everyone here, and all of us are in that same field. We understand leaving, coming home, and never really having a place. We live on the outskirts of relationships.

I glance at Liam and he tilts his head toward the house. I nod. He’s got the information I requested.

“Mark,” he says. “Can you help me with the keg?”

“Sure thing.”

We both get up, but he takes an extra minute because, of course, he has to kiss his wife. I swear they make me sick with how much they love each other. Their honeymoon period is never going to end.

“Do you even have a keg?” I laugh as we walk toward the kitchen.

“Of course I do. It was cheaper than cans between you, Quinn, and Aaron.”

“Is he coming?”

Liam shrugs. “He said he was.”

Aaron says a lot of things regarding Lee and Liam. I know he’s trying, but a man can only take so much. While they’re all really sensitive around him, it’s still hard to miss their glances and the way they’re always smiling. It’s kind of like showing up at a wedding you weren’t invited to.

“So?” I’m unwilling to talk about anything other than what he might know. “I assume you really didn’t need my help with beer.”

Liam checks behind us before he begins. “I made a few calls.” His voice is barely audible. Which is good considering Charlie is a spy and all. “One of my buddies up there is a private investigator. He was on our team a while back, good guy, great at intelligence and reconnaissance. You may want to think about hiring him, since he seems to be good.”

Is he serious? “Liam,” I prompt.

“Anyway,” he gets back on topic. “He said there was one guy who apparently left early. That waiter though, he doesn’t exist. Kind of like Charlie, if you get what I mean.”

“You think the guy is CIA?” I ask. That makes no sense.

“Based on the little information you gave me, the fact she was tailed before, and then she was drugged at a function . . .”

“Why would they drug her?”

“The question you should be asking is: what were they planning to do with her once they had her knocked out?” Liam grabs the keg, leaving me to mull over his question.

If the CIA is after Charlie, what the hell does she know that puts her on their list? Since they were unsuccessful, they’re sure as hell will try again.

Charlie

Two weeks pass and as much as I hate to admit it, I’ve enjoyed being around Mark. We connect on so many levels. Today we’re going shooting, then he somehow coerced me into going to Jackson and Catherine’s wedding. It also could’ve been that Catherine almost demanded it. It’s weird, having friends . . . that are girls.

“Ready?” Mark comes out of the bedroom wearing his camouflage pants and brown tee that clings to every delicious curve and crevice of his chest. My mouth waters while I stare at him. His hair hangs long enough he could pull it back. I really hope he doesn’t or we’ll never make it out of here. I’ve become insatiable when it comes to him.

Could be the fact that he gives multiples. A lot.

“You ready to have a girl show you how to shoot?”

He rolls his eyes as he grabs the guns. “I was a sniper.”

I shrug. “I think we should wager.”

“You really think that’s a good idea? You and I are competitive enough without adding on top of it.”

I slide next to him in his Jeep and push his hair back. “I’ll make it worth your while,” I say in my sexiest voice.

“You love my dick. I don’t need to bet to get you naked.”

“Smug asshole.”

“You know what? I like winning, so sure, I’ll bet you. Make it good because you can bet your fine ass that I’ll counter.” He backs out of the driveway.

Mark and I seem unable to stop ourselves when it comes to one upping the other. I don’t doubt he’s a good shot, but he has no clue how good I am. I won every award for shooting during the academy. When I was young, it was the only sport my father would allow me to compete in. He’d say, “A woman who can shoot cannot be taken down. Remember that, Charisma.”

“Hmmm,” I pretend to need a minute. “Let me think about this.”

We pull up to the range a few minutes later as I finally figure out what my bet should be.

“So? What’s it going to be?” he asks as he opens my door.

I hop out and he cages me in against the car. “Well, I have a few ideas but since you’re a sniper and all, I should get a handicap.”

“Ha!” He laughs in my face. His arms wrap around my hips as he tugs me close. “You’re out of your damn mind. How about this . . . If I win, you tell me your name, and if you win, tell me your name.”

“Or not.”

His lips touch the tip of my nose. “You’ll cave soon. I can see it.”

“So, if I win, I want something good. I’m thinking a full day of anything I want.” I wiggle my brows and he smirks.

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

“I don’t know about that.”

My fingers slide up his chest. I relish in feeling his muscles tense at my touch. “I give you my name, you give me anything I want for a day.” I continue my path until my fingers tangle in his hair that just touches the back of his neck. “I think it’s a fair trade.”