“Should I save you a place?” Jack asked.
“What—so I can have a front-row seat watching you and Maddie work out whatever the hell it is between you? No thanks.”
Jack lifted a shoulder. “Suit yourself.”
“Jack.”
Jack turned at the doorway and raised his brows. “Yeah?”
“Don’t get yourself killed on this one,” Will said. “Could be ugly with us getting this close to the Illuminati.”
The gravity in his friend’s voice gave Jack a moment’s pause. They’d been on missions far more dangerous than this one, missions that had a much greater likelihood that one or both of them wouldn’t return. The fact that Will was visibly worried made Jack stay a moment longer. Then he forced an unconcerned grin. “Come now, my friend. Do you think I’d leave you in charge of the commandery without me here to keep you in line? Who would run interference with all the beautiful, intrepid reporters obsessed with your sorry ass?”
Will chuckled. “I’m gonna hold you to that.”
