“No one asked,” Hawk replies flatly.
“I’m just saying. Closed-casket funeral. Very dramatic.”
I barely hear half the conversation, because my brain keeps replaying the supply closet. Mackenzi spread wide on the countertop as I feasted on her sweet little pussy. Being mere seconds from having the privilege of sliding my cock inside her. My cock twitches at the thought.
“You’re doing the thing again,” Jagger says suddenly.
I look up sharply. “Whatthing?”
“The staring-into-space thing when you’re thinking about”—he air quotes with a smirk—“the job.”
“Shut up.”
Jagger grins slowly. “See?Definitelythinking inappropriately about what you'd like to do to the job.”
Hawk glances between us briefly before returning his attention to the map. “Focus.”
“I am focused,” I insist.
“Bullshit,” Gunnar mutters.
Fucking traitors.
Hawk straightens slightly. “The ambassador has asked about having Mackenzi travel with him again.”
“It’s a bad idea.” I shake my head. “He’s a walking target. It doesn’t make any sense to parade her around next to a bullseye.”
“As much as I want to make a joke, of which I have plenty, about him thinking with his little head,” Jagger snickers, “I have to admit, Damon’s right. I wouldn’t be towing my family along if I were receiving death threats.”
Hawk lets out a heavy sigh. “All right, then. Final assignments are locked. Jagger goes with me on the ambassador’s detail. Gunnar oversees perimeter command here.” He pauses, and his eyes shift toward me. “And Damon stays on Mackenzi.”
“Oh, he likes that assignment,” Jagger teases.
“Careful,” I warn.
“Seriously,” he continues, ignoring me completely. “You two at breakfast this morning?” He whistles low. “Subtle as a damn house fire.”
Heat crawls unpleasantly up the back of my neck. “We were eating fucking breakfast in a room full of people.”
“You were eye-fucking each other over pancakes.”
Gunnar coughs into his coffee to hide what’sveryobviously a laugh.
“I’m notsleeping with her,” I state flatly, because technically it isn’t a lie. I’ve been as close as you can get, but I haven’t slept with her. Hell, I haven’t touched her since then.
Jagger raises one eyebrow slowly. “Interesting choice of wording.”
“Shut up, Jagger.”
“Oh, you are down bad.”
“I’m going to put your head through fucking drywall if you don’t shut the fuck up.”
“See?” He points at me triumphantly. “Down bad and emotionally unstable.”
Hawk finally looks up from the operations table, his expression hardened. “I need to know this won’t become an issue.”
The humor drains from the room instantly, and I meet his gaze. “An issue?”
