Page 11 of Beyond the Badge: Crew

“¿Hablas español?”

Well, that was music to her ears.

“Con fluidez.”She spoke Spanish since she was born, so she definitely was fluent.

Torres grinned.“Eso es genial. Conocerás a Antonio Alvarez. Crew aquí no habla nada de español, así que nos metemos con él. Mucho.”

She tried not to laugh at the part where he stated that he and Alvarez messed with the task force leader by speaking Spanish.

“Estaré feliz de ayudarte con eso.”She looked forward to speaking Spanish with Alvarez and Torres. Especially if it annoyed Crew.

Torres’ face lit up as he laughed. “Perfect.”

“Do I need to enact a no Spanish policy here?” A frown marred Crew’s annoyingly handsome face.

Torres ignored him. “Where’s your family from?”

Cami took his cue and did the same. “My grandparents were from Columbia. Both sides.”

“Alvarez’s parents came from Venezuela.Mi padre era de México; mi madre de Texas.I consider myself Tex-Mex.”

Cami laughed. “Love it. It’ll be nice to have someone to speak Spanish with so I don’t get rusty.”

“Let’s keep it to a minimum,” Crew warned.

Torres grinned and tipped his head toward the task force leader. “Man’s paranoid. He thinks whenever we’re speaking Spanish, we’re talking about him.”

“Entonces nos aseguraremos de hablarlo mucho.”She assured Torres that they’d make sure to speak it a lot to mess with Crew.

“Torres here is the plant manager. He’s in charge of the wiretapping and transcriptions. And that redhead over there, fat-fingering the keyboard is Pippi Longstocking.”

“Oh hey! I’ve heard of you before,” Cami called out as they headed over to where the man with the red hair sat at a desk on the other side of the room. “You sure look different than I remember.”

When the man stood and turned, Cami lost her train of thought. She had never been into redheads but then, she had never come across one as smoking hot as this one. She hoped she controlled her surprise well enough. “Do you go by Pippi?”

“Pippi works,” Crew answered for him. “Or Heat Miser. Prince Harry. Conan O’Brien. Carrot Top. Ginger Snap. Little Orphan Annie. He answers to any and all of them. Or feel free to make up your own.”

Cami’s eyebrows rose as she waited for the man himself to answer.

“Stupid-ass nicknames are a requirement around here, but Finn works. The name’s Daniel Finnegan.”

They shook hands. “I’m assuming you don’t speak Spanish, but maybe a bit of Irish Gaelic?”

Finn shook his head. “Not even close. But I can sing like a motherfucker.”

“Lies!” burst from Mullins. “Cabrera, my first words of advice to you are to keep a pair of earplugs in your pocket in case he starts belting out a tune. That’s if you want to save your hearing.”

“I kind of like my hearing. It comes in handy, especially to hear Spanish,” she joked, risking a glance at Crew.

“Hey, I smash it at karaoke!” Finn exclaimed.

“You mean they smash the karaoke machine as soon as they see you heading up to the stage,” Crew added.

“Welcome to the team, Cabrera,” Finn said before taking his seat.

Funny, he didn’t seem bothered by her joining the task force, either. The only one so far was the leader himself. Though, she couldn’t get a good read on the broody one with the steel-set jaws.

“All right,” Crew started. “We’ve got two members undercover with the Dirty Angels. They’ve been undercover with that MC since the start. They attend team meetings via phone but you most likely won’t see them unless they’re pulled.”

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