“Bodyguard duty for an actor?” Church clarified.
“That’s it. You get to stay local.”
The team needed help. And whether he liked the prospect of guarding an actor or not, he would stand with these brothers, because that was what he did.
“I’ll do it.”
Denver grinned, and Theo gave a nod of satisfaction. “I’ll email you the details.”
He looked out the window once more at the rugged terrain stretching toward the horizon. Somewhere deep in his gut, the same instinct that had kept him alive through the years of combat stirred.
Easy job.
Yeah, right.
Church stopped believing in those long ago.
* * * * *
Zee Davis knew military bases. The Black Heart Tactical Training Facility might be newer and more modern, but they were all the same.
Except for theview. She hadn’t expected the stunning sweep of mountains and sky. If she nailed this interview and got the job, she’d be standing at that window every chance she got. She might even polish the glass to keep it spotless—and she hated cleaning.
The sound of approaching footsteps drew her attention from the mountains to the door just as a tall, dark-haired man entered. She pushed to her feet and offered him her friendliest smile.
He stepped into the conference room where she waited and left the door open. Since the facility wasn’t up and running yet, there was little chance of them being interrupted during her interview.
“Hi. I’m Gabe Thorne.” The way he strode across the room screamed military training, each step measured and his shoulders thrown back.
“I appreciate you meeting with me.” She hurried forward, hand extended. She looked him in the eye when she shook his hand, and she made sure to clasp it just hard enough to give a good first impression.
After bouncing from job to job for the past three years, she could practically teach a class. How to Interview Well with Zee Davis.
The man gestured for her to sit, and she drew up to the table, poised, hands relaxed in her lap.
He opened her file and skimmed the contents. “Zenobia Davis.”
She felt the flush start an upward climb on her throat. The name her parents had saddled her with had been a point of childhood bullying. “It’s a family name. But please call me Zee.”
The hard brackets around his hard lips had probably been put there by his time in the service but when he smiled, they softened into warmth. “You can call me Gabe.”
She dipped her head. “Gabe. I’m excited to be here. I was just admiring the view.”
He turned his head to glimpse the window from the corner of his eye. “You should see it at sunrise.”
She shook her head, awed by the thought. “I imagine it’s life-altering.”
He studied her more closely.
Why had she blurted that out? Not everybody thought a beautiful sunrise could alter a person’s life, but, well, she hadn’t had an easy life. Especially the past few years.
Her pleasant smile slipped on her face, and she forced it back in place.
Gabe eyed her. “It is,” he agreed after an awkward pause.
He relaxed back in his seat. “Tell me a little about why you’re interested in this position.”
She meshed her fingers in her lap and launched into the perfect answer that employers loved to hear.
