“Jesus,” Coop exclaimed from beside him. “You’d better wipe that look off your ugly mug before she sees it.”
Grant looked away from her long enough to glower down at his teammate. “What look?”
Coop pointed at him. “Thatone.You look like you’re about to go rip the guy’s arm clean off.” His teammate tilted his head. “Funny. I never really took you for the jealous type.”
Shit.Grant had been so focused on Brynnon’s laugh and the way the asshole was smiling down at her, he’d forgotten all about trying to school his expression.
“I’m not fucking jealous. I’m...concerned.” He glanced at Campbell then back to Coop. “Brynnon dated that guy in college. He screwed her over, and now all of a sudden, he shows up here? I don’t know.” Grant shook his head. “Something about him bothers me.”
“Yeah,” his friend snickered. “Like the fact that he’s hitting on your girl.”
With a seething glare, Grant worked to control his temper. “Told you before, she’s not my girl. She’s—”
“Looks like Brynnon may have found herself an admirer.”
Both men turned to see Mac walking toward them. Grant still couldn’t get used to seeing her with her long, blonde hair down. It was a much different look than the ponytail she usually wore. Of course, everything about her was different, tonight.
Typically, the former Ranger wore jeans or cargo pants, and either a T-shirt or tank top, depending on the weather. Tonight, Mac had definitely dressed for the occasion.
The low-cut, sequin black dress was tight and stopped just above her knees. The high-as-fuck heels she was wearing added a few inches of height, but the kick-ass operative still only stood all of five-four.
Yeah, she may look like the All-American cheerleader type, but Grant—and the rest of R.I.S.C.—knew better. When needed, Mac could play the sweet and innocent role perfectly. But put her in a shooting competition, or hell, even hand-to-hand, and Grant’s money was on her. Every. Single. Time.
“Hey.” Coop stared back at her. “I, uh, meant to tell you earlier. You look...great.”
“Thanks.” Mac tucked some hair behind her ear. “You clean up pretty well yourself.”
Grant watched the somewhat awkward exchange, thankful their focus was no longer on him, but each other.
“So.” Mac looked up at him and smiled. “You gonna go kick that guy’s ass, or do you want me to do it?”
Damn. Spoke too soon.
“Why would I kick his ass?”
“Seriously?” Mac’s brows arched. “The guy’s hot, loaded, and charming as hell. And he clearly has Brynnon in his sights.”
Grant’s spine stiffened. “What do you mean?”
Mac studied him a minute, a knowing smile slowly forming. “There it is.”
“There’s what?”
Using a perfectly manicured finger, Mac made circles in the air up toward his face. “You’ve got this whole, silent jealous thing going on. Surprised the hell out of me when I first looked over here and saw it, but I get it.” She shrugged. “Brynnon seems really great. Plus, I think she may have just enough spunk to keep you in line.”
“Jesus Christ,” Grant spat out the words. “You’re just as bad as he is.” He used his thumb to point toward Coop. “For the last fucking time, there’s nothing going on between Brynnon and me. Got it?”
“If you say so.” Mac shrugged one of her petite shoulders. It was obvious she thought he was full of shit.
Rather than continue on with the pointless argument, Grant looked back to where Brynnon had been standing. Only, she wasn’t there.
His heart began to thump against his ribcage as he immediately began scanning the room. “Where’d she go?”
Mac and Coop both turned their heads on a swivel. Coop shook his head. “She was right there a second ago.”
“I know where shewas,” he spouted back. “I need to know where sheis.”
Grant knew he was being even more of an ass than usual, but fuck. He’d only taken his eyes off her for a second, and now...
