“That’s not going to work,” Trask said, still being a gentleman and opening the passenger side door for her once they reached his truck.
“What’s not going to work?” she asked stiltedly, hiking herself up and in.
“That face. You’re sulking again. But I’m not falling for it. There’ll be no more of those…impromptu embraces, so you can just get that out of your mind.” He slammed the door and walked around to his side.
Crap.
“What makes you believe that’s what I was thinking about?” Jett replied haughtily once he got in, otherwise ignoring him as she turned to give Langly and Tinker their burgers.
Part of her felt perverse satisfaction as the pair drooled on Trask’s new upholstery.
“Oh, please. After your responses to those kisses?” he scoffed, putting the truck in gear and carefully pulling out of the lot.
“Myresponses?” she squeaked incredulously, then swept a hand pointedly toward his lap. “What about yours?Someonedown south clearly didn’t get the memo to keep your arousal under wraps.”
She’d clearly hit a nerve as his cheek ticked.
“Bodily reactions don’t?—”
Trask’s phone rang with theTop Gunanthem, cutting him off.
“That’s the office,” he told her. “I have to take it.”
He was obviously relieved to have their conversation interrupted.
Jett gave a sharp dip of her chin.
Lucky guy. She’d been just about to roast him.
“Trask here,” he answered. “Hi, Sheila.” He paused, then… “Yes. I’m still in Trenton. Slow down.”
Jett arched a brow when his tone suddenly changed.
He listened, concern sweeping over his face.
“Okay. I get that,” he said after another minute. “But what about Mason’s SWAT team?”
Whoever was on the other end of the line, continued.
Trask swore. “Damn, Sheila. I’ll have to drive all the way back to the office to get my gear, and by that time…”
Jett needed to know what was going on.
“What is it?” She laid a hand on Trask’s sleeve, gaining his attention. She couldn’t stand not hearing what had him all jazzed up.
“Hold on for a second, Sheila.” He turned immediately to Jett.
“A volunteer fire department just up the road called for an emergency diver. No one on their squad or on their small police department is trained, and they have a bull moose stuck in a cistern. It’s too deep for the animal to get out, and with the prolonged cold, the moose is losing strength. Spence andBuck are tied up in Bangor, my other brother’s SWAT team is currently far north on a mountain rescue, and my diving equipment is way the hell back in Hampden.”
Jett didn’t hesitate. “That all sucks. Butmygear is in my plane, along with some ropes and pulleys. There are also various harnesses in the old stuff you just packed away. We can make things work.”
Trask threw her one, hesitant look, then closed his eyes, muttered what sounded like a curse, then went back to the phone.
“Okay Sheila. Call and tell them we’ll be there in no more than twenty minutes,” he barked. “Text me a contact person, and the address.”
He hung up with a groan, glancing quickly at her as he sped back toward the airport. “You’re sure about this?”
“Of course,” she answered jauntily. “Piece of cake.”
