I blink at his question. “Me?”
“Yeah, you,Butterfly”
“We talked about this.”
“You didn’t give me an alternative, and I refuse to call you Gator. Or Golddigger.” He cuts a glare at Justice.
“Well, I’m fresh out of ideas.”
His gaze meets mine again for a second before he turns his eyes front again. “What about some kind of flower?”
I huff. “Do I look like I’m a flower?”
His voice goes husky. “Do you really want me to answer that?”
“No! Definitely not. I’ll think of something.”
Justice passes me something, it’s small and fits into the palm of my hand like a piece of candy.
“It’s for your tooth. This ring goes on your finger, it’s the activator for the comms gear.”
After clicking it to my tooth, my tongue runs over the device. “Oh, my god this is how you were talking to your team that day, Truck. The day we met.”
“Yep, and you need a call sign, baby.”
Looking out the window, I search for anything, anything at all that might inspire me. Although Gator is amusing, but clearly not so to Truck, which is understandable. He did watch me get taken by a crocodile and had to shoot it to save me.
The center of my heart melts like a piece of caramel candy.
This big badass SEAL has been my hero over and over again.
“How about Goldilocks?”
“Am I the big bad wolf?”
My face tingles with my grin as I shove my arms into the jacket and zip it to my collarbone. “Your mind is in the gutter.”
“You know it, sweetheart.”
Justice shoves the ring on my finger and taps it. Suddenly, there’s sound inside my head. “For the love of god, would you two leave me out of these conversations.”
It’s like magic.
Truck smiles. “Goldilocks, put on your vest. It’s in the bag on the seat. There’s a wind jacket in there too to go over the top.”
“Am I supposed to say, copy?”
“Yep. Hurry. We’re going down.”
A red light flashes above him on a console.
“What?”I squeak. “Are we crashing?”
Chapter Forty
I fight the chopper as a gust of wind hits.
Damned storm. Of all times. Allison’s breathing grows ragged in the speaker in my headset.