Grant gripped his hands behind his back while they waited for the elevator. Faith remembered him doing the same thing when he waited for his SAT scores.
“So, did Rusty get you into this line of work?”
“Rusty is an army friend,” Grant said as the elevator door opened. “He offered me a place on his team after I got injured.”
“The RPG?”
Grant nodded. “Couldn’t go back into the field. Didn’t want to sit behind a desk.”
“How do you like it?”
“Every client is different. My last assignment was kinda boring. This one is more than I bargained for.”
They rode the elevator down in silence. The door opened and they stepped off. Faith spun in front of Grant to face him.
“You better see this job through to the end and not just, I don’t know, up and quit and run off to join the circus or something.”
Grant bit his lip. He deserved all of her wrath. Her distrust. “That won’t happen,” he said. “I’m not a kid anymore.”
She marched in front of him and out the building.
Grant smiled. He followed her down to the new car, just as clean as the first one, opening the door for her as he unlocked it. She slid into the passenger seat, not meeting his eyes. She clicked her seatbelt into place.
“Drive on,” she said.
