Rue was perfect for him, too.
“Rue loved Saturday,” he said. “You had fun, right?”
“Absolutely,” I said.
“Those fireworks were a surprise.” He watched my reaction.
“I stepped out for a second.”
He studied me some more, polite enough not to push it.
Instead he said, “You have to host another party again in a couple of weeks?”
“One event after another,” I said, nodding.
Shay had been to hell and back dealing with emotional residue from our deployment. He’d withdrawn from that fog and my brother had been partly responsible for helping with Shay’s recovery.
This man deserved the best kind of happiness.
“Okay, so what’s the plan?” I got to the point of our meeting.
“Time to find, fix, and finish this,” he said.
A SEAL strategy.
His confidence was inspiring.
A knock at the door had us both facing that way.
Jen strolled in with her notebook. “Sorry I’m late. You had a meeting?”
Shay and I swapped a wary glance, and I said, “We’re just catching up.”
“Oh?” She hesitated, trying to read us.
“Just a social visit,” said Shay.
“Isn’t your office more comfortable?” she asked. “I can have drinks sent in.”
From the way Shay straightened his back, I could tell he sensed the same thing.
Or maybe I was over-thinking it.
“We’re fine in here,” he said.
We waited for Jen to back out and close the door behind her.
“Her background checks out,” he said.
“That’s a relief.”
“But don’t trust her completely.” He leaned against the conference table. “Someone could have gotten to her. Just because she has a clean past doesn’t mean she’s not bribable.”
I rubbed my brow. “I need this to go away.”
“I respect that.”
“We have a new product coming out soon. I need it protected at all costs.”