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“Where’s Colbie?” I asked.

Marc snorted. “That woman won’t leave her damn Talon alone. Said she wanted to get some systems checks done. She’ll stop by if she isn’t too late.”

A woman walked into the bar, and Zeke stiffened, his gaze locking on her.

“Your sister’s here,” I said to Kai.

Amaia Rahia looked nothing like her brother. She was tall and slim, with pale skin, and a shock of white-blonde hair. She took after their mother, Selena—who happened to be an alien. Thankfully not of the reptilian kind.

“Hello, brother,” Amaia said.

Kai lifted his hand. “Hey, sis.”

She smiled at the rest of us. “Hunter Squad.”

“Hey, Amaia,” I said.

Her gaze flicked to Zeke. “Hi, Zeke.”

He gave her a chin lift.

“How are things?” I asked.

“Going well.” A smile broke out on her face. “Our latest crop is exceeding growth expectations.”

That was Amaia, always happy, especially if her beloved plants were doing well.

“That’s great.”

Her ag team called out to her from a table inside. “I’ve got to go.” She touched Kai’s shoulder, and shot Zeke one last glance.

“Where’s Scott?” I asked.

At the end of the table, North sighed. “He quit.”

Ah, hell. “Is he okay?”

North nodded. “Physically, he’s fine. Mentally, not so much. I don’t think monster hunting is for him.”

I rubbed the back of my neck. “I’ll check in on him, then start looking at new recruits.”

My comm dinged, and I pulled it off my belt. My heart leaped. It was a message from Greer.

Hey, Jameson. Can I call you later? It’s work-related, and I need your advice.

I tapped in a reply.

Sure.

Well, I really knew how to keep the conversation going.

Thanks so much.

A server set more drinks down. The curvy brunette handed me a glass and a coaster. As she did, she held my gaze.

When I glanced down, I saw her comm number on the coaster. I gave her a small smile and sipped my drink. As she walked away, I let my gaze take her in.

She was gorgeous, but unfortunately, I didn’t feel a blip of attraction.

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