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Cain tensed. A part of him didn’t like seeing her in another man’s arms. Didn’t matter that the man had his own woman, and considered Jet a friend. Cain shoved his hands in his pockets and tried to chill.
Matteo and Bram hugged her as well. Cain kept a close eye on the handsome Italian and rugged Irishman.
“How’s Addie?” Jet asked Bram. “Babies okay?”
“She’s fine.” A faint smile crossed the man’s face. “Gabbi and Lainie are keeping an eye on her while I’m away.”
The final man, who lingered by the door was Boone Hendrix. He was tall and fit, wearing well-worn jeans and a gray T-shirt. He was the kind of man that Cain was sure had been the golden boy of his high school and the quarterback of the football team.
Cain already knew the man was good at his job. He’d been Ghost Ops. The best of the best of the special forces from all branches of the military were selected for the Ghost Ops teams. They did the toughest, hardest missions.
Vander Norcross of Norcross Security had been the commander of a Ghost Ops team, and Boone had been one of his men.
Boone caught his gaze and nodded. “Shade.”
“Hendrix.”
“Right, listen up, people.” Killian stepped in front of the group. “Get comfortable. Hex is going to send data packs to your phones.”
Phones pinged around the room.
“It’s got all the intel we have on Markus Weber aka Flèche D’or, and his estate. He’s selling the chip tonight to an Albanian syndicate called the Red Clan. We need to stop it. Let’s get to work.”
Cain had to admit, the Sentinel Security team was good. He watched them plan, ask questions, and work together with ease. They knew each other, their strengths and weaknesses.
He mostly worked alone, in the shadows. What would it be like to be a part of a team like this?
Shaking his head, he forced himself to focus. He couldn’t think of anything except Weber right now.
Turning, he saw Jet had two large, heavy-duty cases out that the team had brought with them. One was smaller than the other. She pulled out pieces of equipment, and he realized they were drones—one large, and one small.
“What have you got there?” He brushed against her, needing the contact.
“Just testing my drones. This is Condor.” She pointed to the large drone. “And this is Swift. They’re for surveillance and thermal imaging.”
“This one’s big.” He eyed Condor. It looked like a spider with long legs and was probably one and half meters across.
“It’s a modified heavy lift cargo drone. It can carry heavier weight. It’s got one weapon, better cameras. I’ll have him high up. Swift can do the sneaky work.”
“I thought that was my job.”
“You’ll never be as sneaky as Swift.”
Cain stroked her hair. “You’ll stay safe?”
“Yes.” Her face turned serious. “Promise me that you will, too.”
He made it a habit to never make promises like that, because he had to achieve the mission, no matter what. But he wanted to. For Jet.
Her mouth flattened. “Come back to me, Cain, or I’ll be mad. I’ll hack every electrical device that you have. I’ll drain your bank accounts. I’ll—”
“I get the picture.” He lowered his head and kissed her.
And distracted her so that she forgot that he never made the promise.
CHAPTERFIFTEEN
The occupants of the SUV were quiet, as they headed toward Weber’s estate.
