“Can be,” Trevor piped in. “But these threats seem more personal in nature.”
“He has his own team of guys, though. Right?” Coop asked. “Why does he need us?”
“The senator wants someone from the outside on this.”
“Does he not trust his people?” Mac asked, curious.
“Cantrell just wants some extra eyes on him,” Jake answered for Trevor. “One of you will be assigned to his detail. Those who stay behind will work to try to find the source of the threats and determine whether or not they’re legit.”
“Hell, I’ll do it,” Coop volunteered. “Watching over the guy may be boring as hell, but it’ll still beat sifting through emails and all that shit.”
Jake nodded. “All right. I’ll let the senator know and set up a time for you to meet with him and his head of security.” He looked Grant’s way. “Anything you think will help Coop better protect Cantrell be sure to let him know.”
Grant tipped his chin. He and the others started to stand, stopping when Jake spoke again.
“Hold up. There’s one other thing.” He pushed another button on the remote, and the image on the screen changed.
“Whoa. Who’s that?” Coop asked with blatant interest.
“This is Brynnon Cantrell, William Cantrell’s daughter.”
“Nice.”
Grant was hit with the sudden urge to jump across the table and beat the shit out of his teammate.
What the hell?
Schooling his expression, he clamped his jaw shut and kept quiet. Mac, however, didn’t bother to hide her eye-roll.
“What’s her play in all this?” the pretty blonde asked. “Cantrell think she’s the one behind the threats?”
“On the contrary”—Jake shook his head— “He also wants someone from the team to serve as Miss Cantrell’s personal bodyguard. Just until we determine whether or not the threats are valid.”
“Damn,” Coop exhaled and sat back in his chair. “I spoke too soon.”
The room filled with laughter, but Grant was still focused on the redhead smiling back at them from the screen.
“Has she been threatened, too?” he asked roughly, the thought pissing him off. The primal need to protect her made no sense. He’d only met the woman once.
Yeah, but she’d left one hell of an impression.
“Not according to Cantrell. Said he just wants someone on her as an extra precaution.”
Mac smacked Coop’s arm when he snickered. “Seriously?” She glared.
Coop gave her an innocent shrug. “Someone’s got to pick up the slack around here. Ever since D over there got engaged, he’s been acting like a damn choir boy.”
Derek shot back with an unapologetic grin. “Just wait. When you find the woman you want to spend the rest of your life with, you’ll cool your jets, too.”
When Mac scoffed, Coop gave the petite blonde a funny look.
“I’ll do it,” she told Jake.
“Just so we’re clear”—D leaned his elbows onto the table—“are you volunteering for the bodyguard gig or to be Coop’s one and only?”
“Funny.” Mac flipped the computer geek off.
Coop’s expression tightened, but he recovered before anyone other than Grant noticed.
