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Chances were good her favorite would be another shifter capable of entering the water with her, who could protect her in those depths when she would most need it.
No. He was not going to think like that. He had to get his head back in the game. Had to focus.
They wouldn't be flirting underwater with each other because they had a job to do. People were dying and this case needed to be solved as soon as possible.
With all that going on, there was no need to be jealous. There would be no time to be jealous.
When this was all over with, they would figure it out. Do all the flirting and passionate fucking they wanted.
Hopefully.
For the next week,Olivia was put through her paces.
The fact that she had never held a gun before was worrisome, but she learned quickly. Chase stood at her side while she did an impressive job of putting holes into the target. She wasn't flinching so much with the loud, popping noises either.
Olivia emptied her clip, and he watched her lower her weapon, safely hand it over to him, and then remove her hearing protection. “Will I even be able to fire this when we’re under?”
“No,” Chase said.
“So why am I learning this? Shouldn't we be doing other things?”
Mike, who was supervising their training, spoke up. “You need to know this because standard safety practices are a must. The goal will be to keep any and all weapons out of your hands since you're not an agent, but on the off chance something happens, knowing you can defend yourself will be an asset.”
Olivia nodded. Chase wished he was the only one teaching her.
“Protect myself out of water, right?”
“Right. The fortunate thing is that you're the sort of species not too many people or shifters are going to be prone to messing with.” She was a goddamn kraken, and that was so much hotter than Chase thought it had any right to be.
“Why?” Chase asked, something unpleasant coming to mind. “Are you concerned?”
“I can defend myself,” Olivia said quickly, pushing a strand of that bright red hair out of her eyes. It had come loose from her ponytail, and Chase wanted to swirl it around his fingers. “I've done it before.”
Wait a minute. What?
Mike spoke up. He set down the clipboard he was using to grade her progress and stood. “Underwater missions are tricky. Communication is low, and standard pistols are near worthless, but we make it work. Now come on, the both of you. We need to get back to work.”
Chase fought back a growl.
He hated this. Hated it so much that the woman who volunteered to help, the only kraken they could find for their plans, just had to be his mate.
His very sexy, ultra-attractive, and deadly mate.
The fact that he had to share her with Mike, and that he was on their asses as they worked, taking his stupid notes and looking over Chase’s shoulders was enough to make the Pope antsy.
The short amount of time Olivia had to learn the ropes went by way too damn fast. Practically the blink of an eye. Which was amazing in and of itself because Chase had yet to take his mate to bed.
Newly mated couples tended to fuck like bunnies. They needed to. The heat of the mating pulled them together. Their bodies demanded it.
At least he could be content knowing that Mike was in the same situation. He would have been able to smell Mike on her if they’d been together.
And he really fucking hated thinking about that. His inner animal was wild with jealousy.
Focus.He had to focus on the job and not on her delectable body.
They moved quickly. The public wanted answers, and everyone wanted the killer off the streets. But now that Olivia was involved, now that she was going to be using herself as bait to lure out what they believed to be another kraken, Chase wished they could take their time. He wanted her to get all of the training exercises possible so she’d be as prepared as possible.
