Page 9 of Raven's Claw
“I thought he’d gotten in last night, but he never confirmed that.Does it matter?”
“Everything matters.”Especially if he was an advanced scout — working his way through every blip of a town along the Oregon coast.“Is he the reason Nyx is limping?”
“If I say yes, are you gonna lose it?”
“No, but I might want that gun back?”She huffed.“On second thought, I’ll just use my hands.”
“Easy there,Agent Romanoff.Might be best if we let Greer handle the situation for now.Get this a few levels down from DEFCON ONE.”
Jordan frowned.“Agent who?”
“You don’t get out much, do you?”He handed her the coffee mug Zain placed on the counter.“Drink.”
She took a sip, allowing the hot liquid to ease the fluttering feeling in her gut.The one that wasn’t quite ready to stand down.“Thanks.”
Zain waved it off.“No, thank you.”He laughed.“I’m so winning the pool.”
“Pool?”
Kash looked as if he wanted to smack his buddy up the side of his head.“And they say I’m socially awkward.”Kash pursed his lips when Greer ambled over, arms crossed.Eyes wary.He gave Jordan’s hand a squeeze then moved back, allowing Greer to take his spot.
Jordan eyed the other woman, working out how much of the truth she’d have to weave into her story to satisfy all of Greer’s unspoken questions without completely burning her identity.“Sorry about not backing down sooner, but with that guy walking in here and pulling a gun…”
Greer nodded, leaning against the counter.“I get it.You thought he might have more friends backing him up.”She arched a brow.“You learn that move at the Y, too?”
Jordan bit back a smile.The other woman definitely had a great memory if she recalled a single comment from a few months ago.Though, Jordan had just taken down a couple bikers twice her size.
Not that she expected anything less from a former government agent.FBI or maybe NSA.Something serious, but not so strict Greer walked around as if she had a giant stick up her ass.But the lady had skills, and Jordan needed to respect that.Give Greer that hint of truth without signing her own death warrant.
Jordan sighed.“I think we both know I’ve never stepped foot in a Y.”
“Ya think?”Greer scanned the diner, her gaze always falling back to the guy handcuffed in the chair.“Riddle me this.If, hypothetically speaking, I ran your name through a federal database, would I have a U.S.Deputy Marshal knocking down my door the next day?”
Jordan didn’t answer, just met the woman’s expectant gaze.While it wasn’t exactly the truth, Rook knocking on Greer’s door had far graver consequences.
“Well, shit.”Greer crossed her arms.“Are you a danger to my town, Jordan?”
“I’d like to think not.”
“Not exactly the benchmark I was hoping for.”
“I’m not looking to hurt anyone, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“But you could.Based on that Krav Maga move you just pulled without breaking a sweat.I suppose Kash’s team might give you a run for your money.Bodie, too.But then, you’ve already figured out who the threats are, haven’t you?”Greer muttered a few curse words at Jordan’s silence.“That’s what I thought.Hang tight.I need to talk to Bodie about Tucker Grant.”
Greer pushed off the counter then turned to face Jordan.“He’s the guy you took down in all of two seconds, by the way.”
Kash moved in beside Jordan, nudging her shoulder.“Greer’s good people.She won’t do anything that might put you at risk.”He shrugged.“In case you were wondering.”
“You sure about that?Because she looks like she wants to use me for target practice.”
“Greer’s had a rough few months.She’s still cleaning up Sheriff Thompson’s drug running mess, and she can’t seem to find anyone she trusts to sign up.Other than Bodie.But she doesn’t spook easily.”
“Is that your account or Chase’s?”
“It’s a general consensus.”He nodded when Greer reappeared.“Everything all right?”
Greer scoffed.“Let’s see… Atticus keeps ringing my cell because he’s already heard there’s been an altercation at the diner, and he knows you’re all here grabbing coffee.I’ve gotBlack Widowtaking out military guys like it’s just a regular Friday night.And I have an Army medic in a full-blown PTSD flashback because he thinks he’s back in the Stan.So, you tell me.”
