Page 11 of Her Loving Hero

“Wyatt is damn good at the communications and intelligence gathering. Any additional knowledge he can gain, I want him to have it,” Gray said easily.

It felt damn good to know that even though he was cleared for missions after his injury, Gray still wanted him working with Dex. He’d never thought his career would take that turn, but now that it had, he realized he not only had an aptitude for it, but he was enjoying it.

The distinctive sound of an incoming Facetime call sounded. Zed pulled out his phone and Wyatt wasn’t surprised to see all of the men with children gather around Zed.

“So, who, besides me, is not going to watch LuLu rub her sticky hands on the phone?” Aiden asked. “How about you Leeds, wanna play some pool?”

“Dex’s is going to watch the nursery, cause Kenna’s pregnant.” Wyatt teased.

Dex looked him over. “I would, but you took your time getting here, and you’ve been mighty quiet for the last couple of days.” Dex turned to Aiden. “Come on, let’s play pool and force Wyatt to talk.”

“I’m that obvious?”

“In a word. Yes.” Dex pushed up from the table.

“I want in on that,” Dalton said as he pulled away from the group.

Wyatt groaned.

They were early enough that the pool table in the far corner wasn’t in use. “Who’s going to be good cop, and who’s going to be bad cop?” Dalton asked as he put quarters into the slot.

“I’m bad cop,” Aiden grinned evilly.

Wyatt groaned again. This was not going to go well, but he recovered quickly. “I want two good cops then.”

“Fair enough,” Aiden agreed easily.

“And your team has to lose a ball, because you’re a shark,” Wyatt said as he pointed at Aiden.

“You’re a pussy,” Aiden said easily. “But I’ll let you break.”

Wyatt downed two solids on his break and immediately missed an easy shot.

“It’s okay,” Dalton consoled as he played good cop. “So, how’s it going at the youth center?”

“I’ve been enjoying it.” Wyatt picked up the chalk and applied it to the tip of his cue as Dex took aim and dropped two striped balls into the side pocket.

“How’s Emily?” Dex slipped in as he walked around the table to take another shot. The chalk smeared up the side of his pool stick. Aiden chuckled. Wyatt didn’t answer.

“Who’s Emily?” Dalton asked. “Are you dating someone?”

Aiden and Dex exchanged a glance that just pissed Wyatt off. How in the hell did they know about Emily, he hadn’t said a word. “Goddammit Dex, do you have all of us under surveillance?”

Dex sighed, then he missed his shot.

Served the asshole right.

“I’m totally missing something. But is she nice? Are you serious?” Dalton asked. Yep, he was totally playing good cop.

“No, he doesn’t have you under surveillance,” Aiden said calmly. “Leland Hoag asked Gray to check in on Emily. Lo and behold, there you were. What’s the deal Leeds?” Aiden’s eyes narrowed.

How in the hell was he going to answer this?

“You know I volunteered at the YMCA.” Wyatt met Aiden’s calm voice with one of his own.

“You worked at the one near the border, three weeks after Emily Hoag started volunteering at the one in Lincoln Park, you transferred to that one. Don’t tell me that was a damn coincidence.”

“Then there was the fact that you looked her up,” Dex said.