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“Do I care?” Brick shot back.

“Doubt it,” Harris said before standing and heading toward the sign indicating the men’s washroom. When he shut the door behind him, he quickly checked the stalls to ensure he was alone. He was.

“Let’s see how long it takes before I have company,” he said, knowing the team would be listening.

He was zipping up his jeans when the door opened behind him, and the younger guy of the two watchers walked in and sidled up to one of the urinals. Harris turned and began washing his hands as if unconcerned, but it didn’t take long for the man to take the sink beside him and initiate a conversation.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey,” Harris replied.

“In town for business or pleasure?”

“Both.”

“You?”

“Same,” he said. “Can I buy you a beer?”

That was fast.

“Look, I’m not looking for a date,” Harris wouldn’t make it too easy.

“No,” the guy said and stood back with his hands up. “I didn’t mean that. It’s just that I’m here alone, and I thought it’d be cool to have someone to sit and have a beer with. No strings, man.”

Harris took his time and gave the guy the once-over for good measure.

“I’m here with some people, but maybe if you’re around later, I’ll take you up on the offer.”

The young man smiled. “Sure, I’ll be staying at the hotel for a couple of days; I’m sure we’ll cross paths again.”

“Sure,” Harris said with a nod before walking out of the bathroom and back to his booth.

He knew the team had heard the entire conversation, and thanks to the hidden cameras, Spence got a good visual ID of the guy and was probably already tracking down his information. Mission complete, first contact made.

Now on to step two.

CHAPTER FIVE

Woodley

A fucking date.

Woodley held tight to his anger as the dude followed Harris out of the washroom. Buy him a drink?I’ll bury the asshole.

He understood this was a necessary part of the operation, but it didn’t make it any easier. Woodley knew he had to shove his jealousy shit down.

“It sucks,” Conor said as he joined Woodley on the back deck of their rental. The massive oakloaming over the backyard stood in silent vigilto their conversation.

“What sucks?” Woodley asked.

“Watching your loved ones in danger.”

How did he answer that question? Whatever Woodley said, Conor would discern the truth anyway. His gift guaranteed that.

So, silence was his best play right now.

“Don’t worry,” Conor said. “I’m not judging you or trying to trap you.”

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