Her gaze met his. Maybe not as much, but he’d do anything to make it happen. Whatever she found in his gaze was enough, because she tilted her chin in agreement.
“Devon, take her down to the armory and get her kitted out,” Graham said. “We need to take as much gear with us as we can.”
“I’ll call Connie and see if she can help us,” Paige said. “Angie, once we get the invitation, you need to work your magic and find us everything on the location—physical and electronic security, interior and exterior, ingress and egress. If you can find schematics of the location, even better.”
Angie nodded sharply. “On it.”
Paige looked at Addison. “When was the last time you weapons qualified?”
“Nine months ago,” she said.
“Jeremy, set her up to shoot while she’s downstairs.”
“Copy.”
Devon glared in response to Jeremy’s smirk. He knew exactly where his train of thought was headed, and he’d be damned if he got anywhere near Addison.
“Addison, come back upstairs when you’re finished and we’ll go over the contract.”
