That explains the calluses.
Grant had been serving as extra security detail for the senator while he’d gone on a two-week event tour.
The final event had been held at the senator’s mansion. Grant had noticed the man’s daughter the second she walked into the large ballroom.
When Cantrell had introduced him to the stunning redhead, Grant had felt something he hadn’t in a very long time.
Even though they’d only spoken briefly that night, he hadn’t been able to shake the memory. So why the hell he volunteered to be her personal fucking bodyguard was beyond him.
“Impressive.” Coop’s comment on Brynnon’s occupation snapped him out of his thoughts. “Although, she probably just pays someone else to do the work while she sips her triple caramel whatever-the-fuck women drink now.”
“What makes you think that?” Grant challenged the other man.
Coop’s hazel eyes looked back at him like he’d lost his damn mind. “Uh, because her dad’s a senator? Plus, according to this”—he looked at one of the papers in the folder Jake gave him— “the guy used to own some big-time construction company. Made millions working military contract jobs overseas. Cantrell sold it for a hefty profit when he decided to go into politics. The man’s loa-ded.”
“No, shit. I’ve worked for him already, remember?” Grant bit back. “Just because the man has money doesn’t mean the guy’s daughter is a spoiled brat.”
Coop threw his hands up defensively. “Okay. Geez. Who pissed in your cornflakes this morning?”
He’s right, dumbass. Chill the fuck out already.
“Hill’s got a point, Coop,” Jake stated. “We don’t want to go into this thing making assumptions about anything or anyone. If these threats are the real deal, we need to be on our A-game.”
The young sniper nodded. “Understood, Boss.”
Jake gave him a nod. “You two have any questions?”
“Nope.” Coop stood. “I’ll head over to Cantrell’s place now to get the lay of the land and go from there.”
“I’ll call to let his people know to expect you.” Jake turned to Grant. “What about you? You good?”
“Yep.”
“Okay. Cantrell told me his daughter is currently working on a house over on Hopkins Street. If she’s not there, try her condo. Both addresses are in the folder.”
“Got it.”
“Either of you find anything you think’s worth looking into, let Trevor know immediately. He’s going to continue manning the office, but I’ll be reachable by phone, too. Don’t hesitate to call if you need anything. And watch your backs, just in case.”
“Roger that.”
All three men left the room. Both Grant and Coop were parked in the parking garage adjacent to the building, so they took the elevator down to the garage together.
“So. You and Cantrell’s daughter, huh?
Grant’s eyes shot to Coop. “What?”
“It’s cool. Not like I’m gonna rat you out or anything.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“You’re not, you know”—Coop waggled his brows— “bumpin’ uglies?”
He’s your teammate. Don’t kill him.
Grant shook his head, afraid if he’d rip into the assuming bastard if he spoke.
Coop muttered under his breath. “If you say so.”
