That flicker in her eyes when I said my name.
That tiny crack in the mask.
She knew me.
Or at least some part of her did.
Trigger watched me carefully. “You okay?”
Not even close.
But before I could answer, the front door opened.
Cold instinct hit me instantly.
The woman stepping inside wore jeans, boots, and a dark sweatshirt pulled low despite the Texas heat. Her head stayed slightly down like she didn’t want attention.
But I knew her anyway.
Hell, I’d probably know her in a crowded stadium after fifty years.
Felicity.
My entire body went still.
She looked up.
And there it was again.
That tiny hesitation.
Like seeing me hurt her too.
Trigger glanced between us slowly. “Well,” he muttered. “This feels healthy.”
I ignored him.
Felicity looked pale now. Paler than before.
And scared.
Not uncomfortable.
Not awkward.
Scared.
That changed everything.
Every Ranger instinct inside me snapped awake instantly.
I moved around the bar before I even realized I was doing it.
“You okay?”
Her throat moved when she swallowed.
“Agent Jones told me to come here.”
