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Chase Dixon owned Blackhawk Security and supplied Trident and other companies with additional trained personnel or transports if needed.
“All right. Then we better get on the road. Let me get Kat.” He rolled his eyes. “Get ready for more tears as she and her aunt say goodbye.”
Almost as one, the other men all shuddered.
Chapter Thirteen
It was just after six p.m. when they all walked into a pub not too far from the Sawyer family home. Kat couldn’t help but notice the drooling stares from most women toward the three handsome men who surrounded her. The guys were impressive by height and physiques alone, but add in their good-looking faces, and she could just imagine how many of the women wished they were her at the moment. She was sure they might change their minds when they found out people were trying to kidnap and possibly kill her.
After they sat at a table, a pretty waitress with fake tits openly flirted with Benny, Devon, and Marco, but only the latter flirted back. From what Kat had been told, Devon was happily engaged, while Marco was single. As for Benny, he only seemed to have eyes for her, which made her body tingle when she saw the heat in his gaze. She hoped it meant he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Not knowing how many bedrooms there were in Devon’s parents’ house, she didn’t know the sleeping arrangements for the night. Kat prayed she and Benny would be sharing a room.
“So, Kat, what was Baby Boomer like as a kid?”
She glanced at Devon in amusement. “I know his nickname is Boomer because he’s trained in explosives, but why do you call him Baby Boomer?”
“Two reasons. One, because he’s the youngest guy on the team. And two, because he hates it.”
Kat giggled as Benny rolled his eyes. “So, of course, the more he hates it, the more everyone uses it.”
A grin spread across Devon’s face. “Pretty much, yeah. A lot of nicknames received in the military are not ones we would’ve picked for ourselves. Mine’s ‘Devil Dog,’ and while it’s a long story, let’s just say it involved my foot locker and a month’s supply of Drake’s Devil Dogs.”
She laughed. “I love those! Mom always used to stock up on those and Yodels.” She looked at Benny’s other teammate. “So, Marco, what’s your nickname, or don’t you have one.”
“I got lucky with mine—no embarrassing story behind it. They gave me ‘Polo’ as in Marco Polo.”
“Oh, how cute!”
The other men chuckled, and Marco pretended to be insulted. “First time someone’s called my name cute.”
The waitress returned with their drinks, and Kat thought the woman would melt when Marco winked at her. But as soon as the giggling blonde walked away, he turned his full attention back to Kat. “So, tell us about when Baby Boomer was a juvenile delinquent. Give us some good dirt we can use against him.”
They spent the next hour eating and telling tales. She told them about Benny, Alex, and her antics back in high school, and they told her what they could from their military and Trident days. She quickly found out teasing and practical jokes were a large part of the teammates’ relationships.
When they’d finished dinner, she felt more relaxed than she had in years.
From the pub, it didn’t take them long to reach the Sawyer home. As Benny followed the other rental car up the long driveway, Kat couldn’t help but gawk at the . . . estate she guessed she could call it. “Holy cow! This is where Devon and Ian grew up?”
The large home sat on several acres of land, but it wasn’t ostentatious despite its size. The lawn was beautifully manicured, and trees, shrubs, and flower beds dotted the landscape, similar to her aunt’s place but on a grander scale. Four columns were spaced evenly across the front of the brick and stucco house, and both vehicles parked in the circular drive surrounding a water fountain.
“Actually, no. Mr. and Doc Sawyer bought this the year after Dev enlisted. I’m not sure if you’ve ever heard of their dad on the West Coast. His name is Charles, but those close to him call him Chuck. He made a fortune in real estate when his boys were younger, and now they’ve got houses all over the place. Doc Sawyer is a plastic surgeon, and they both do a lot of charity work, so they travel a lot.”
“Wow. The name doesn’t sound familiar, but I’m not big on reading about people I don’t personally know.”
“They visit Tampa a few times a year, and we visit them when we can. They’ve kind of adopted the rest of the team as their own. You’ll get along with them great. Nicest people in the world. Laid-back. You’d never know they were loaded despite the nice houses and cars. They remember what it’s like to be a struggling middle-class family.”
Benny grabbed their duffel bags before they followed Devon and Marco into the house. After shutting the door, Devon reactivated the security system. “Polo, you can crash in Ian’s room. Boomer, you and Kat can take the two guest rooms at the end of the upstairs hallway.”
“We only need one room.”
Devon raised an eyebrow but didn’t question the statement. “Okay. Why don’t you show her to a room, and I’ll check in with the office? I’ll see if Egghead made sense of those letters and numbers.”
Kat followed him up the elegant staircase and down the hall to one of the guest rooms. He shut the door behind them, dropped their bags, and then drew her into his arms, kissing her senseless. She lost track of time before he pulled away and stared at her with lust-filled eyes. “I’ve wanted to do that all day.”
Giggling, she admitted, “I’ve wanted you to do that all day. Well, that and a few other things.”
He pinched her ass, and she squeaked. “Little tease. I have to go back down and find out if Brody has any information for us. Why don’t you relax or take a shower? I’ll be back up in a bit.”
Placing a swift kiss on his lips, she turned and sashayed to the bathroom, swinging her hips seductively. “Don’t be long.”
