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“To be fair, that’s impossible to spell without autocorrect,” he laughed.
“You don’t even use yours,” Cullen chuckled and shook his head.
“’Cause I wanna learn!” Crew exclaimed.
“It’s fine—we wanna make the Fed feel right at home with us,” Elliott went on. “From now on, if you wanna speak, Mercier, you gotta fill out a form.”
“And we’ll get back to you in six to eight weeks,” Danny finished.
“To let you know that you filled it out wrong,” I added.
“Oh-ho!” Danny laughed. “That.”
“There’s still hope for you, though,” Coach told Mercier. “If you wanna join Hillcroft, come talk to me.”
“Fuck that. He’s staying with me on the West Coast.” Crew got territorial.
“Think about it.” Cullen shrugged. “So can Shay.”
Oh boy.
“Excuse me?” Reese sat forward and raised his brows.
“You stay the fuck away from him,” River said.
I withheld my smirk and exchanged a look with Elliott.
Get us back on track.
“All right—Christ, shut up.” He took over. “This isn’t a job interview. Coach, Danny, Em, Cullen, Greer, we can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done. If you didn’t collect any valuables at the Blanco estate, let me know and—”
“Yeah, no, we’re good.” Cullen scratched his nose. “We, uh…we took care of that.”
“We’re set,” Greer confirmed.
“Excellent. In that case, safe journey home—and we hope to see you at the barbecue when this is over,” Elliott said.
“I feel so dismissed,” Danny muttered.
Emerson yawned. “I feel so ready to go home. You got this, mates. Best of luck in Europe, and give Ryan a hug from me.”
Danny sucked his teeth. “We still on this, huh? He didn’t fucking win that bet.”
Emerson grinned sleepily and dragged his husband down the hall with him.
What followed was a couple minutes of goodbyes between the elder Finlays and the younger, with Crew swearing he’d be safe, and Coach promising Elliott to stay in touch for transport home in a few days.
A few days.
The thought of having Blake in my arms in a few days was almost more than I could bear. A few days was entirely too much, all while I’d already suffered for weeks. And if I had suffered, how was she faring? She was a child, for chrissakes.
Her biggest problem in life should be narrowing down her extensive wish list for her ninth birthday in a couple weeks.
Before Coach walked out of the room, he handed Elliott a printout with the details for our flight—and how to get to the airfield—and they exchanged a few words too quiet for me to hear.
Despite how tired we all were, I felt the shift in the air. More energy. A new round of determination to get the job done.
I finished my coffee and poured another mug, and I refilled Elliott’s as well. We needed all the caffeine.
