“Hell yeah. Welcome to Raven’s Security, brother. And you can stay in that suite as long as you need.”
Nick glanced at Rowan. “Shouldn’t you discuss that with your other roommate?”
Rowan laughed. “Haven’t moved in, yet, jackass. And I’ll never be his roommate.”
Bodie squeezed her hand. “Amen to that.”
“Sounds like we missed all the fun.”
Nick turned as Greer and Chase ambled in. “It’s just like you to show up late.”
Greer swatted him across the chest. “Some of us had to work. So, what did we miss?”
Bodie motioned toward Nick. “Colter’s leaving the Agency. Finally moving west.”
“About damn time.” Greer swept her gaze around the room. “Though, with how trouble seems to roll through this town, I’m not sure it’s any safer.”
“Who said Nick was looking for safe?”
“Noted.” Greer focused on Rowan. “While we’re talking about jobs, Chase has something he wants to run past you, Rowan.”
Rowan furrowed her brow. “That sounds ominous.”
Chase grinned. “Nothing nefarious. Just me trying to steal you away from NPS.”
“To do what?”
“Work at Raven’s Watch.” Chase pointed at Bodie. “After watching you treat Nick and Bodie, there’s no question you’ve got crazy good medic skills. And you’ve probably got as many rescue hours as we do. Add in you know the parks around here better than anyone, and you’re a perfect fit.”
Rowan’s jaw hinged open. “You want me to be full-time search and rescue? Where everyone else is former military? Mostly spec-op?”
“You’re right. It’s a big ask, but I think most of the crew can rise to your standards.” He winked. “Besides, I’m gonna need some time off in a few months, and there’s no one else I’d trust to have my brothers’ backs than you.”
Chase wrapped one hand around Greer’s waist. “Just, give it some thought. We’d love to have you join us for a few ride-alongs. See what you think.”
Rowan glanced at Bodie and smiled. “I’d be open to seeing how you guys operate. As long as you don’t make me hang from the chopper in the middle of a storm while Foster skims the ocean at Mach five.”
Chase laughed. “Deal. Now, are we busting you out of here or what? Because the guys are grabbing food as we speak, and god knows you’ll never get any rest if you stay here.”
Bodie gawked at Chase. “Since when do you condone breaking ranks?”
“Since Rowan’s willing to keep an eye on you. I’ve read your chart. It’s nothing she can’t handle, assuming that works for you?”
Bodie looked at Rowan, caught a glimpse of how his future would play out. How damn lucky he was. “What’s the holdup? It’s time we went home.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
One month later…
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The helicopter’s spotlight cut through the darkness as the aircraft closed in on the helipad, swirling the ever-present winter fog into twin vortices behind it. A light drizzle misted the air, the threat of something far more substantial lingering on the horizon.
Bodie leaned against the hangar door as the downwash scattered pine needles and leaves across the tarmac before the skids touched down, the engine quickly spooling back.
The rear doors opened, the crew spilling out into the night. Kash’s furry companion, Nyx, trotted out, bounding toward Bodie once she spotted him. He braced for impact, nearly falling on his ass as the dog leaped up at him, paws planted on his chest, tail wagging.
Bodie laughed. “I don’t know how Kash rappels from the chopper with you strapped to his chest.”
