“So, you’re happy?”
Grant shook his head. “Happy isn’t a strong enough word for what I am.” Kissing her again, he took his time, doing his best to show her without words exactly how the news she’d shared had affected him. When he pulled away, he asked, “What about you? Are you happy?”
Brynnon’s smile made her eyes dance. “Very.”
“We’re going to have a baby,” Grant whispered to his wife.
“Yes.” Brynnon nodded. “We are.” She leaned up, initiating the next kiss. “I love you so much, Grant Hill.”
“I love you, too, Princess.” Grant slid his hand down to her flat belly and smiled. “I love you both.”
****
Coop watched throughthe curtain as Trevor and Mac stood outside on Jake’s porch. He was hoping to figure out just what in the hell was up with those two, but they were both speaking two low for him to hear anything through the window.
Damn.
He didn’t know what they were up to, but something was definitely going on. And from the look on Mac’s gorgeous face, it wasn’t good.
The pint-sized blonde was staring up at Trevor, her long ponytail swaying back and forth as she shook her head at something the former Delta operator was saying.
As a sniper—first in the Army and now with R.I.S.C.—Coop had studied enough faces through his scope to recognize fear when he saw it. And Mac looked terrified.
What the hell?
Mac was the strongest, most courageous woman he’d ever met. Like him, she was a former Ranger and, though he’d never admit it, was an even better sniper than he was.
The five feet nothing spitfire could outrun, outshoot, and outsmart most men he knew. She didn’t flee in the face of danger. She thrived on it. So, seeing the fear clouding her eyes now? That turned his blood cold.
As Coop continued to watch the odd exchange, his mind raced to think of what she and Trevor could be talking about so intently. An affair was out of the question. No way were Mac and Trevor involved romantically.
One, Trevor loved his wife to the moon and back. The guy would sooner lay down his life than hurt Lexi.
Two, the former Delta operator may be good looking as fuck—the bastard—but Mac sure as hell wasn’t a home wrecker.
Something was definitely going on, though. And as her partner, Coop intended to find out what. Starting now.
Having had enough of the pair’s covert crap, Coop stepped out onto the covered porch and shut the door behind him. “All right.” He crossed his arms at his chest. “Spill it.”
His team members swung their heads around, both wearing a deer-in-the-headlights expression.
“Spill what?” Mac asked too innocently.
Coop rolled his eyes. “That girl-next-door act doesn’t work on me, remember? Now, what the hell is going on?”
Mac slid a quick glance to Trevor before looking back at him. With a shrug of her delicate shoulder, she said, “Nothing’s going on.”
“Bullshit.” Coop dropped his arms to his sides. “You two have been sneaking around for the last two weeks, having your private meetings and these little side conversations. I’ve kept quiet up to now, but enough is enough.”
Trevor looked to Mac, as if he were waiting for her to say something, but she simply broke eye contact and remained silent.
Throwing his hands to his hips, Coop’s eyes narrowed to thin slits. “Seriously? I’m your fucking partner, Mac.”
Angry blue eyes flew up to his. “Being partners on the team doesn’t mean I have to tell you everything.”
“No.” Coop shook his head. “It doesn’t. But it sure as hell means we should trust each other.”
Mac’s expression softened. “I do trust you.”
