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“You seem to have a problem with me,” Ice finally said, his lids narrowed, his gaze focused.
“I don’t want you around messing with Echo,” Solomon said.
Okay, that took him off guard and it certainly had come from left field. He wasn’t sure what Solomon had against Echo, but maybe it wasn’t that at all. Was Solomon attracted to Echo? Well, get in line, motherfucker.
“I don’t give a rat’s ass. I’ll mess with Echo if I feel like it.”
“And how is that working out for you?” Solomon said with a curl of his lips before the man dropped his gaze to where his shirt covered the scar from the knife wound Echo had inflicted.
Okay… this fucker had been getting on his last nerve for months, and now Ice suspected that Echo was the problem.
Well, too bad, asshole.
“I didn’t know that Erebus leaders let their yearning for someone affect their job performance,” Ice said dryly, silently daring Solomon to make a move. He’d end this bastard right the fuck now.
Rage darkened the man’s eyes. “That’s it. You’re out.”
Without saying a word, Ice stood and walked out of the room. Once he and Grit jumped into his SUV, he called Dave.
“Ice? How are you feeling? I haven’t talked to you since you got back from Athens,” Dave teased.
“I’m doing good. How’s it going?”
“Oh, I can’t complain.”
Ice chuckled. “Yeah, same shit different day.”
“You got that right.”
“So hey…I just had a run-in with Solomon. Can I come see you?”
“Of course,” Dave said after a brief moment of silence. “I’m at my Santa Barbara home.”
“I’ll be there in a half an hour.”
Dave’s home really was grand when he thought about it. Of course, having been there so many times, it was easy to forget.
The place was a very large estate that sat on six acres right on the beach, which was almost unheard of in Santa Barbara.
But if you had enough money and you bought out your neighbors, it was achievable. The outside was lined with wrought iron fencing along with a guard station out front. Ice checked in with the guard and then pulled his SUV through the gate and up the long circular driveway.
Several bodyguards were positioned around the property.
He got it.
Dave was the former Secretary of Defense and a very important man as well as a close personal friend of the President. After all, Dave managed the President’s specialty units, like Pegasus, Phoenix, and Erebus. There was probably a whole bunch more that Ice didn’t know about.
One of the bodyguards showed him to the front door and the man inside took him to a spacious study. Grit trotted at his side.
Ice shot a glance at Dave’s wide oak desk and found it empty, which was odd at this time of the day. A faint smell of cedar lingered in the air and light piano music drifted through speakers in the ceiling.
A cup clinked, drawing his attention, and he found Dave sitting comfortably in one of two large leather chairs in front of the bay window. Of course, Grit had already located the man.
“Don’t get up,” Ice grinned and walked over to shake Dave’s hand.
“I wasn’t, ya smartass.”
Ice snorted and dropped down into one of the roomy brown chairs. Dave leaned forward and patted Grit on the head before gesturing to the pot of coffee and an empty cup.
