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Before he could do it himself, Ranger reached over and knocked Diesel’s feet off.
“I’m not your boss,” grumbled Striker, although at times like these, he wished he’d never left the agency. No way in hell would Ghafor have disappeared on his watch.
“What’s Doc told you about the meeting?” asked Ranger.
“Only that it’s tomorrow in Yachats.”
Just saying the name of the small coastal town in Oregon made Striker’s chest hurt.
Why the hell did Doc Butler need them to meet there of all places? K19 Security Solutions’ senior partner had a wide range of options when he called a meeting of the other senior and junior partners—like Striker was. In the past, they’d always met on the Central Coast of California, where all four founding partners owned houses even if they didn’t live there full-time.
Doc’s choice of Yachats for this meeting was baffling, particularly since Razor Sharp was the only member of the team who had a permanent residence there.
Regardless, Striker’s main hope was that during the short time he planned to be in town, he could manage to avoid running into Aine McNamara.
Whatever information he’d anticipated getting in advance of the K19 team meeting was thwarted by whom Razor had sent to pick up him, Ranger, and Diesel from the airport.
Rhys “Monk” Perrin was the least talkative man Striker had ever met. Usually, it didn’t bother him. It seemed like most people talked more to hear the sound of their own voice than to say anything of importance. When he needed information though, it was irritating as hell.
What Striker really wanted to know wasn’t about the meeting. He wanted to know how Aine was, although even if Monk were a chatterbox, he never would’ve asked him about her.
He had his own man on reconnaissance, someone he’d worked with at the agency who did private investigation work on the side. Striker had hired Halo to make sure Aine didn’t get herself into any dang
er. When he received word that she was dating a local guy, he’d thought about backing off, but hadn’t been able to bring himself to. He told Halo to limit his reports to essential information only, not because he wasn’t concerned anymore; it just hurt too much to think about her with another man.
“Why did you turn here?” he asked, realizing Monk had made a left onto the street that would take them to Razor’s place rather than to the hotel.
“Going to the house.”
“I figured that. What I want to know is why?”
“This is where Razor told me to bring you.”
Striker didn’t bother looking at either Ranger or Diesel sitting in the back seat; he could hear them snickering.
—:—
“What did you say?” Aine asked her twin sister, Ava.
“The K19 team is meeting here tomorrow.”
“Here? At the house?” While Aine didn’t live with her sister and brother-in-law, she lived in the house next door, which was close enough.
Ava shook her head. “No, at the Overleaf. I think that’s where everyone’s staying.”
“What do you mean by everyone?”
“I don’t know whether Griffin is coming or not.”
Aine would tell her sister that wasn’t what she meant, nor did it matter if he was coming, but there was no point in lying.
“It’s inevitable that we’ll see each other,” she said instead.
“Maybe.” Ava shrugged. “What did you and Stuart do this weekend?”
“Dinner and a movie.”
Stuart was a great guy. He was handsome, well-educated, ran his own business in town—granted, it was a plumbing business—but still, it was his.
