her anyway.
“Need anything?” he made himself ask. Did she think about that night all the time too? Wish it had ended with him deep inside her, then waking up the next morning with his arms around her?
She shook her head. “No, I’m all set. Thanks.”
He’d give her some space then. “Okay. Sleep well. I’ll drive you to the interview in the morning.”
“All right. G’night.”
“G’night.” He stepped out into the hallway and shut the door behind him.
They just needed time, he decided, remembering her earlier words to him. Once they adjusted to being around each other again, things would go back to normal. Hoping that was true, he headed downstairs. When he came back into the kitchen, Hunter was still working on the laptop. “Anything important come up while I was gone today?”
“Just some more surveillance on a couple more suspected cell members. Evers and I did some recon this afternoon. Alex has been busy dealing with the Amir situation. Guy’s given up what little he knows already. Doubt we’ll get anything more useful out of him.” Hunter sat back and stretched his arms above his head before folding them across his chest and regarding him with keen eyes. “So. About Jordyn. Anything I need to know?”
He’d known this was coming. “I’ve known her family a long time. Her brother and I served together, we were really close. He died seven months ago on an anti-piracy contract job in Somalia.”
“Sorry.”
Blake nodded. Missing a fallen buddy never went away; it was only the ache that dulled over time. “Jordyn’s good. Almost as good with a rifle as me, and way better with mechanics than anyone I know. Most of her family’s served with the Corps and her dad was a gunny sergeant stationed out at Pendleton for more than a decade. He was tough on her growing up, expected the same discipline from her as her brother. She’s solid and a hard worker with a good skill set.”
Hunter absorbed all that with a single nod. “And in a tight spot, would you want her guarding your back?”
“Absolutely.” He said it without hesitation and Hunter nodded again.
A small smile. “Can’t wait to find out more about her.”
“She’s a real team player. You’ll like her.” It would be hard not to. Jordyn was easily the most interesting person he’d ever known, as well as one of the most talented. Not many women could take down a bull elk with one shot at five hundred yards or build a custom hotrod from the wheels up, let alone hold their own with a bunch of hard-headed, foul-mouthed Marines.
Fewer still could earn their male counterparts’ admiration while managing to hold onto that indefinable female essence that made every man in the room aware of her on a primal level. Jordyn had all of that and more. People could depend on her and she was easy to be around.
Except apparently for him, since he’d spent way too much time over the past seven months fantasizing about what her naked body would feel like beneath his if he’d let things go further between them that night. And that made him such a skeezy asshole.
He pulled a chair out from the table and scooted in next to Hunter. “Okay, show me what I missed.” Maybe that would distract him from the thought of Jordyn curled up in his bed upstairs.
****
Blake was waiting for her when Jordyn emerged from the second floor conference room at NSA headquarters at Fort Meade the next morning. He rose from the bench he’d been sitting on and tucked his phone away as he offered her a smile. She struggled to ignore her body’s inevitable reaction to the sight of him as he spoke. “How’d it go?”
“Good, I think. Man, that was a lot of paperwork I had to fill out though. I’d forgotten how intense this all is.” She had a solid feel for the company and the men behind it at least. Tom—a former SEAL in his late forties—and Hunter had both asked her questions, then Alex Rycroft had joined them for a few minutes. “Alex is