I’m not entirely sure where I fit now.
Logan introduces me to the receptionist like I haven’t already met the man.
“Hi, John,” I say, smiling when recognition hits his face. “How’s your wife?”
“She’s great,” he says warmly.
“Tell her I love the bakery,” I add as we walk past.
He grins. “Will do.”
Logan leans down and whispers in my ear, “I forgot about your freaky memory.”
I smirk back. “Better keep your distance, boss.”
He laughs out loud.
The surveillance room door opens, and a familiar head pops out.
Darren.
He rolls forward in his wheelchair, maneuvering easily into the hallway before straightening to his full seated height when he sees me.
“Jess,” he says, I lean down so he can kiss my cheek. “I was wondering what made this brute let out a human sound.”
I laugh while Logan does that half handshake, half brotherly grip thing they’ve always done.
There is only one man on this planet who can talk to Logan like that.
His brother.
“What brings you by?” Darren asks me.
“She’s back,” Logan answers simply, glancing at me.
“About time,” Darren replies glancing at me with a twinkle in his eye. “Maybe he’ll stop acting like a grouch now.”
Logan scowls while I hide my smile.
Darren leans closer to me and stage whispers loudly enough for Logan to hear, “I don’t think so.”
Logan sighs. “Isn’t night shift over, buddy?”
Darren rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah. I was just heading out.”
He rolls past us, then tosses over his shoulder, “Good to have you back, Jess.”
I smile at his retreating form.
Darren runs the surveillance department at R&D. He used to work for Austin PD until an injury put him in a wheelchair.
It didn’t slow him down. If anything, it made him sharper.
My softie of a husband hires mostly former military and police. The ones who can’t do field work get assigned to surveillance. Logan calls it tactical.
I know it’s because he has a big heart.
“Hi,” a chirpy voice sings just as we step into the empty break room.
