He lifted his head and licked his fur, his mouth widening in what could only be considereda doggy smile.
Faye pressed her hand to her chest. “Whatin the world?”
“Goddamn it, Roscoe,” bellowed a man who jumped down from the helicopter. He had shaggy black hair, piercing green eyes, and an angled face that would be truly intriguing if it wasn’tso pissed off.
Roscoe lost the grin, whined, and leaped beneath the table to lick one woman’s ankles. She giggled and kicked off her heels. The dog instantly stuck his front feet in the red shoes and clopped out from under the table,grinning again.
Raider dropped his chin to his chest. “Faye? Hunter? Meet Roscoe. Our unit mascot.”
“He’s a drunk,” Hunter said slowly, crossing his arms, his mouth still slightly open. “And he likes high heels?”
“He thinks he’s too short,” the new guy said, halting on the other side of the fence. “Roscoe? You’re grounded,” he called out, his voicea harsh growl.
These people were insane. Faye moved her chair slightly away from the new guy, who had a truly deadly glint in his eyes.
Raider sighed. “Faye and Hunter? Meet Angus Force. Our boss.”
Chapter Nine
Hunter finished his fish and chips, drinking water instead of the rest of his beer. The heels had been returned to the woman wearing the too-tight jeans, and Angus Force had bought that table another round of margaritas, so everyone was happy. Especially the dog snoring beneath the table with his furry head on Faye’s tennis shoes. “Are you sure we shouldn’t take him to a vet? Alcohol kills dogs.”
Force wiped his mouth after finishing his steak. “Nope. I’ve taken him several times after he’s done something like this, and the vet says Roscoe has the liver of an old miner. We can’t explain it, so we just try to keep him away from the booze. Sorry about this time. He got out of the helicopterway too fast.”
Hunter studied Force. He didn’t like Raider being in a dangerous unit, and yet…there was something worthwhile there. Something off the wall and uncontrolled that might be good for him. And wasn’t there a comment earlier about a woman? He should get to thebottom of that.
Force drank down some beer. “I need you back, Wolfe. Today.” He gave Raider a look. “You can have as much time as you need for this, but we might have to go forward with the Irish Op without you.”
Hunter’s interest was piqued, and he took a drink of his water, watching the interchange play out.
“No,” Raider said. “She doesn’t go without me. That’s a deal breaker, Force.”
Interesting.
Faye leaned forward. “Justwho is ‘she’?”
Leave it to Faye to ask the question. Man, sometimes Hunter adored her.
“Nobody,” Raider said, which meant the direct opposite of “nobody.”
“Wolfe?” Faye asked, turning her prettiest smileon the soldier.
Smart. Freaking brilliant. Hunter hid a smile as hestudied Wolfe.
The man’s ears turned red. “Brigid is our computer hacker. She’s insanely intelligent, and—”
“Enough,” Force said, his voice firm. “We can’t discuss undercover work.”
Faye turned to Raider. “You are not going undercover. Absolutely not.”
Angus Force frowned. “Why not?”
Faye pressed her lips together and crossed her arms. Oh, she’d never betray Raider. Hunter cut his brother a quick look. Just how much of his experience had he shared with this new unit of his?
Force looked at the two of them. “Why do I get the feeling I’m missing something?”
“You’re not,” Raider said quietly. “My family is just being overprotective, which is their duty and their right. But they need to butt out and now.”
Wolfe finished his beer. “I can go undercover with Brigid. We’d make a nice couple, if you ask me. Opposites attractand all that.”
