Page 2 of Jager's Prey
The day she walked in for a mission briefing, she wore one that said,your problem is you breathe too much.
Her hair was in single braids and tied up at the base of her head in a sensible pony that hung down to the center of her back. I wasn’t sure how she fit that in the helmet she carried under her arm, but she’d always made it work. The last time I saw her in person, she had shaved the sides for a mohawk then dyed the rest of her natural hair blue.
Six loved her—I could tell. There was something about her that my partner always adored—maybe it was because she’d taken a bullet for him. That kind of thing bred loyalty.
“I thought you were here to see us.” I called. “How comes Six gets all the loving?”
“Wait your turn, human.” Jager warned before leaning over to kiss Six’s head.
“Hold on.” Axel “Swede” Svenson walked into the space with a cup of coffee in one hand. “This dog is a chick magnet. I don’t get the allure.”
“No?” Jager asked as she framed Six’s face so Swede could see. “Look at this face. Look how adorbs!”
Swede groaned.
Jager gave Six one final kiss then stood. She dropped her bag to the floor and hugged me tightly before reaching across to shake Swede’s hand.
“Heard you were lookin’ for me.” She fell into one of the chairs and tossed a leg over one of the arms. “I’m thinkin’ you’ve lost your touch, Swede.”
“You take that back.” Swede pouted at her. “You don’t make it easy.”
“I love playin’ hard to get.” She teased. “It gets the blood flowin’.”
Swede shook his head but chuckled softly.
“So, talk to me.” Jager offered him a wink. “Is the world endin’?”
“Something like that.” I told her.
Jager offered me one of her expressionless gazes. It was the kind of look that told me not to burst her balls while tinged with impatience.
I knew it well.
I smiled.
“Where have you been?” I asked her. “Took us almost a week to track you. I thought you had a fight coming up.”
“I do.” She replied. “When I train, I go off grid. Keeps my head in the game without distractions. What’s goin’ on?”
“We’re waiting for Montana to get here.” Swede offered. “You want something to drink?”
“Naw. I’m good.” She looked around the warehouse space. “You said we’re waiting for Montana, huh?”
I nodded.
“This must be a special occasion.” Jager smirked. “I finally get to meet the infamous Montana. Is he as sexy as the rumors?”
I laughed.
Another thing about Jager, she doesn’t mince words. She’d always been known to say what she meant and meant precisely what she said.
“That’s something you’re going to have to decide for yourself.” I told her.
“Aww, whatsa matter, Kujo?” She drawled. “Not very comfy with your sexuality?”
I coughed.
Swede doubled over laughing.
