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They were so close to the Richardson’s home, and he really wanted Owen to meet Zoey.

Owen gave him a surprise look. “Where?”

“A friend’s house.”

Jordan called Zoey, and she answered on the first ring.

“You home?” he asked, telling her he wanted to bring Owen over.

“Hell yes,” she shouted so loudly that Owen heard and shook his head with a smirk.

“We’ll be there in an hour,” Jordan snickered and hung up.

The Richardsons were once again waiting on the front porch.

They welcomed Owen and him into their home as if they were family.

Zoey went over how they had all met, and Owen kept darting glances his way.

It wasn’t until dinner was over and Zoey was off to the movies with her friends that Jordan was able to have a quiet word with Owen.

He sat outside on the back deck alongside Owen when the man finally spoke.

“You did a good thing.”

“About?” Jordan frowned in confusion.

“Rescuing Zoey.”

“Thanks,” he said with a slight smile. “I just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off that day.”

“Don’t ever ignore that feeling,” Owen said. “It’s your sixth sense. Mine has saved me more times than I can count.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm, when I was stationed overseas and also on the job with Pegasus.”

“I know you have extensive knowledge and expertise in explosives,” Jordan said. He was dying to know about that part of Owen’s life, but as of yet, they hadn’t talked about it.

“I do. I was trained as a bomb and explosives expert in the Army.”

Jordan had known that part, but he was still curious about one thing.

“Why didn’t you go into that field after you served?”

Owen shook his head. “Law enforcement isn’t my thing.”

“Mine either.” Jordan gave a half smile.

A silence settled between them. It was comfortable and Jordan was loathed to break it, but he wanted to know something else.

“So…what are you going to do after this job with Danner is over?”

“Head back to California,” Owen said.

Jordan’s phone buzzed, preventing any further questions, and he checked it before tucking it away.

“Noah again?” Owen asked.