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“Nothing. I didn’t mean… Nothing.” A blush crept up her fair skin.
Harrison picked that time to come in from the garage. He was a mean sight in a green tank top, and with grease and gun cleaner smeared all over him and his disheveled red beard. He ignored Trish and went right to the sink to wash his hands. Then he grabbed a beer out of the fridge and popped it open with a hiss.
He’s ignoring Trish, I thought.That’s a bad sign.
“The third member of our team is Harrison Gray,” Jordy explained.
Trish flashed a smile. “Let me guess. You go by Harry?”
Harrison’s lip curled in an animal-like snarl. Trish took an unconscious step backward.
“He goes by Harrison,” I said dryly.
“It’s best not to poke the bear,” Jordy added in a whisper.
“Um. Okay. Sorry. Nice to meet you, Harrison.”
Harrison gave her a very long, searching look. Then he turned and stalked away without another word.
“Did I do something wrong?” Trish asked.
“Honestly, that’s the nicest he’s ever treated someone new,” Jordy replied with a nervous laugh. “Now that we all know each other, let’s talk about the job. We need a nanny for Kaylee, our daughter. You will be traveling with us. That way we can see Kaylee while we’re away from home.”
If she thought it was strange that we all called Kayleeour daughter, she gave no sign of it. “Where are you traveling?”
I answered before Jordy could: “We cannot disclose that at this time.”
Trish let out a laugh, then clamped her jaw shut. “Oh. You aren’t joking.”
I shook my head. A little bit of the color drained from her face.
“The card saidMathos Company. What do you do? Are you, like, involved in oil drilling or something? I tried looking you up, but Google didn’t have any info.”
Jordy and I glanced at each other.
“We are a group of skilled contractors who, on occasion, facilitate the movement or disposal of goods or persons.”
She looked back and forth between us. “What doesthatmean? Are you, like, truckers?”
“No,” I replied. “Not like truckers.”
She let out a soft laugh. “It almost sounds like you’re assassins, or mercenaries.”
I kept my face as blank as possible. Jordy did the same, I was grateful to see.
“Oh.” Trish gulped. “I see.”
“The contract is for two months,” I explained. “Possibly three, depending on how quickly we can complete our objectives.”
Trish gave a start. “Wait a minute. I thought you said this was a long-term job!”
“Well, yeah,” Jordy replied. “Two months is hella long. Especially compared to, like, a weekend babysitting job.”
“But it has the potential to turn into a long-term gig?” she asked pointedly.
“No,” I replied. “Your services will not be required after this trip. Two months, maybe three.”
Trish turned around and paced across the kitchen the way Jordy had earlier. “I quit my job at Starbucks for this. You said it was long-term!”
