Page 35 of My Masked Savior
“Caleb? A few months back. He came through town for some job, and we grabbed coffee.”
“How’s he doing?”
Ethan shrugs. “Same as always. Quiet. Focused. Doesn’t talk about the discharge.”
“Still bitter about it?” Killian asks.
“Wouldn’t you be?” Ethan’s tone sharpens. “Man took the fall for the command’s fuck-up. Lost everything.”
“He’s still working,” I point out.
“Private security’s not the same as Delta.” Ethan finishes his whiskey. “You know that.”
I do. The discharge might’ve been quiet, but it still branded Caleb. No military contractor would touch him. No government agency. He works alone now because that’s his only option.
“We should get the band back together,” Killian suggests. “Drinks like old times.”
“Old times,” I repeat. “You mean when Cross was still running cons and Ethan was hacking half the Eastern seaboard?”
“Good times,” Killian grins.
Ethan snorts. “Caleb might actually go for it. Man needs to socialize more. He’s a hermit.”
“Rich, coming from you,” I tell him.
“I socialize.”
“With your computers.”
“They’re better company than most people.”
“Can’t argue with that,” Killian says.
My phone vibrates. Morgan’s reply:
Thank you. When can she meet him?
I text back.
Tomorrow work?
Her response is immediate.
I’ll ask her and let you know.
“Look at you,” Killian observes. “Texting like a normal person in a normal relationship.”
“Shut up.”
“What’s next? Meeting the parents? Joint bank accounts?”
“I’ve already met her parents.”
Both of them stare at me.
“What?” I ask.
“You met her parents,” Ethan says slowly.
