Page 55 of Forced Proximity
Needless to say, Max wasn’t a welcome sight, and despite her trying to get into our club, she hadn’t been able to make it yet.
But there was someone who would know this woman better than most, and that was Jasper again.
He just didn’t know it yet.
But I was about to inform him.
I’d bet I would get at least ten words out of him when I told him.
The man had earned his name “Hush” for a reason. He disliked talking, and when he did talk, it was usually in such short bursts that you often wondered if he was finished, or if he was going to add more.
Usually, he was finished.
“Hit us.” Webber did the “come hither” gesture with his hands.
I turned my gaze away from him and settled it on Jasper, whose brows furrowed. “What?”
See, man of few words.
“This really involves you,” I said. “Have you ever met an FBI agent with the name Max Cross?”
His entire face just…shut down.
Interesting.
Grinning internally, because it was nice to get the drop on a man that was two steps ahead of us at all times, I said, “I can see that you do.”
“We don’t, though,” Copper grumbled. “Get to the point.”
I shook my head. “Literally, I’m getting there. Give me a goddamn second.”
Copper grumbled under his breath, but ultimately didn’t say anything more.
“I know her,” Jasper said stiffly.
“I figured you would.” I flipped open the files and passed the pages around, handing out a small dossier of all I was able to grab about the new agent on our tail. I also made sure to include a photo of Jasper and a woman who looked eerily similar to the agent at the end, too.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Hush,” Webber grumbled when he got to the last page. “Again?”
Jasper flipped to the page he was on, then shot me a glare.
I held up my hands. “It would’ve come out anyway. It’s best to just rip the bandage off.”
“When I was dating Bernie, Max hadn’t made it through FBI training yet. It was honestly not lookin’ too good when I left. I had no clue that she’d even made it through,” Jasper grumbled.
“Bernie?” Gunner asked. “Who’s Bernie?”
“Bernie is Max’s twin sister who I dated before I went undercover,” he grumbled darkly. “We broke up, and I never saw either one of them again.”
Well, that was interesting.
I guess I’d hold the true surprise back and let him figure that part out on his own.
He hadn’t just left Bernie and her sister.
He’d left something else, too.
Something he wasn’t going to be happy about.
