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“I see my father figure from hell is wearing the navy suit today.”
“Seriously, Alexia? The suit is midnight.”
Her lips quirked.
He heaved a sigh and focused on her. From one look, she saw they were foregoing office chitchat and getting straight to business.
Eric tapped a finger on the desk. “So…Bryson Tripp. You ready for this, Alexia?” He raised eyebrows that, in her opinion, coulduse a little grooming.
“I’m ready.” She was even confident. Nobody scared her. Not even a former SEAL turned Homeland special forces.
“You think you’re ready, but you’re not, Alexia.”
She held up a finger to stop him.
“This is a terrible idea,” Eric went on.
“But—”
“Bad, bad idea.” He tapped his desk to punctuate his words.
“It’s actually not a bad idea. I—”
“I don’t think you should be doing this at all.”
“How many times are you going to say that? I’m starting to get more of a complex than you usually give me during these talks.”
They eyed each other. Alexia blew an exasperated sigh through her nostrils.
“I’m smarter,” she argued.
“He’s stronger. You’ll have to be smartandsafe. I just wish you didn’t insist on meeting him alone.” Eric rubbed a finger between his brows, the only indication that he wasactuallyworried about her and not just being a misogynistic dick of a boss.
He leaned his elbows on the desk. “This guy was the most lethal killer on his SEAL team. He’s packed with rage from years of battle, and he’s no sniper. We’re talking hand-to-hand combat. He likes to look his enemies in the eye when he kills them.”
Okay…that was a little extreme.
But she could handle anything.
“And?” Alexia asked.
“You’re a woman.”
She rocked back in her chair. “Wow.You really just said that to me. I should go straight into Morrow’s office with that one. You’ll be downgraded to the mailroom by the end of the day.”
“I’m just looking out for you, kid.”
“Then I’ll tell you my plan and let you punch holes in it.”
He wagged his fingers in a bring-it-on motion.
“My plan is to get this guy to talk. Hear his side of the story—see how close he really was to the niece and her boyfriend.”
“What makes you think he’ll talk?”
She smiled. “I have some secret weapons.”
Folding his arms, Eric eyed her. “Oh, will you be wearing your usual Founding Father’s hair and Puritan woman makeup?”
