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“He won’t see it like that. Trust me.”

I do trust him, but this is crazy.

As soon as we exit the elevator, a tall lanky guy with shaggy black hair is waiting at the end of the hallway.

“X, man, what the hell are you doing in my neck of the woods?”

A grin forms on his face. “What woods?”

“Did you finally settle down, old man?”

I let out a groan, and both men turn their gazes on me. Xavier’s jaw ticks as he raises an eyebrow.

The guy gestures for us to come into his condo before saying, “Hey, I’m Jordan.”

“Brianna.” I say before walking through the doorway.

His condo is wide open and light and airy. It’s the complete opposite of what I was expecting.

The furniture it black and white and very modern and there’s a giant television on one wall.

But my gaze doesn’t linger on his furnishings. My gaze immediately goes to the expansive balcony that overlooks the Atlantic Ocean.

Wow. This is a million dollar dream view. One that I dream of having one day.

Jordan gives Xavier a slap on his back. “So, if you aren’t settled down yet, then what’s been going on since you retired?”

“You mean since I retired a couple of months ago? That is a long story, but first-” he turns to face me “Jordan, also known as Hacker, is one of the best guys I know for surveillance and intelligence.”

“I’m assuming, based on your nickname, you’re a hacker?”

“Guilty, but that’s only because my strength is up here and not like that.” He gestures to his head before pointing at Xavier.

“Your weird brain helped on all those missions we did together.”

“Yeah, except you guys didn’t appreciate the things I could really do.”

“That’s because you were just a kid, a punk. Now, you’re better, older, and wiser.”

“See if I will help you anymore.”

I let out a laugh as I give him a once over. He’s young, barely older than me. He really knows Xavier, and the two of them seem to get along great.

I interrupt their teasing. “Can I relax on the balcony as you fill him in on what’s going on?”

“Be my guest.” Jordan says before walking into his living room and plopping down on one of his couches.

I open the balcony door and am met with the familiar sea breeze.

Oh, how I’ve missed this.

No matter what happens now, I’ll always have the sea.

Chapter Twenty-Two

XAVIER

I’ve never been one to care about trivial things like having modern furnishings and living in a huge elaborate house, but Brianna seems to love all of this.

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