Page 29 of Beyond the Badge: Crew

“Intervention?” Cabrera asked. “Like for drug addiction?”

“Depression and grief,” Crew answered as he followed her and Rez inside.

“PTSD, basically,” Rez added. “Nox is an Army vet but when his wife died, it really hit him harder than anything else did when he served.”

“Oh shit. I noticed that he’s really quiet and broody. Did his wife die recently?” she asked, moving down the back hallway.

“A little over a year and a half ago.”

“So, what’s the intervention for? Usually they’re done to get someone into therapy or rehab. Oh… He needs professional help to get out of his funk. Got it.”

“She’s astute, too, Motley Crew. She’ll be a great addition to the task force.”

“Mmm hmm,” Crew murmured as they reached the common area of the BAMC church.

“Podemos hablar más tarde,” Rez said before peeling off from them and heading over to the couches where they planned on sitting Nox down to have a serious conversation with him.

Crew dipped his head close to her ear. “What did he say?”

“That we’d speak later.”

“I bet.”

She stopped in her tracks and spun on him. “Why would I lie?”

“To cover for him.”

“I don’t know him well enough to cover for him. Maybe I should teach you Spanish instead.”

“I’m good.”

“No, you’re not,” she said simply. “Should I go now and leave you all to do your thing? I’m sure you don’t want me here.”

“I have one more person for you to meet first.” He reached out to put his hand on the small of her back to steer her toward Axel Jamison. When he realized that wouldn’t be appropriate, he caught himself before he made contact and curled his fingers into a fist.

An important rule to remember: if he wouldn’t do it to any of the male members of his team, he shouldn’t do it to a female member.

A lot of men forgot that rule. Uninvited touching was usually unwelcomed.

“This way.” He tipped his head toward the BAMC president where he stood at the front of the building, surveying everything.

Jamison looked a bit anxious.

Everyone did.

Crew only hoped this intervention didn’t backfire on them and made more of a mess. “We waiting on anyone? Monty or Miller?”

“Neither can make it. And as you know, Fletch won’t be here,” Jamison answered.

He nodded and flipped a hand toward Cabrera. “Jamison, this is Camila Cabrera, DEA special agent and the newest member of the task force. She’s taking Butler’s spot. Cabrera, this is Axel Jamison, a sergeant at Shadow Valley PD and also our MC president.”

They shook hands and exchanged the normal niceties.

“I might be interested in joining your little club,” she announced next.

“Oh yeah?” Jamison’s slate blue eyes cut over to Crew. They locked gazes for a second before his went back to the woman standing next to Crew. “Do you ride?”

“Not yet, but I can learn. Unless you don’t let women join?”

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