Page 5 of What About Love

“Who did you piss off to get surveillance midweek?”

Rick laughed. “No one. I’m putting in my time before the baby is born. Once he’s here, I’ll be scarce for a while.”

“It’s that time, huh?”

“Yep, and not a minute too soon for Regan. She’s miserable.”

“As little as she is, I imagine she looks like a beach ball with legs about now.”

Rick made a face, clearly a touchy subject. “Don’t let her hear you say that. Not if you want to live to see daylight.”

“So, it’s a boy.”

“Yep, got documented evidence of the little guy’s ‘little guy’ a few weeks back. It looked like a finger on that ultrasound photo, but I took their word for it.”

“Happy for you and Regan, man. You deserve it.”

“Thanks, bud. After what we’ve been through, we feel blessed.”

T was still grinning at the notion that Rick’s full-term pregnant wife posed any kind of threat when movement on the firing range caught his eye. Reaching out, he used two fingers to spread the screen and zoom in on the shooter. He blinked at who he thought he saw then zoomed even closer.

He wasn’t seeing things, still he asked, “Is that Angie Hixson?”

Rick’s affirmative grunt was his answer as he time-stamped action on another feed.

T watched for a few minutes as she fired a rifle, short range. “She’s good,” he murmured.

“Yeah,” Rick huffed, glancing briefly at the feed. “As long as the criminals cooperate and stand still while she shoots.”

“She’s that bad?”

“According to Dano, she couldn’t hit a slow-moving train with a grenade launcher.”

“Since when do we offer private lessons to the SAPD?”

Shifting his concentration briefly, Rick looked at T for an instant, before refocusing on the monitors and resuming his constant scanning. “You haven’t heard? She quit the force and works for Rossi now.”

“Doing what?” T frowned, not liking the scenarios—extremely dangerous ones—that immediately came to mind.

“Investigations mostly, that’s her strong suit, but with her experience and some additional training, who knows what else. We’ve needed a female operative for a while.”

“I suppose,” he grumbled, watching as she spoke with Dan, who had joined her on the range. “Dano’s her handler?”

“Yeah, Cap wanted you to train her and work on the problem with her aim, but with you wandering the southwest these past few months, he tagged Dano for the job.”

One of two weapons sergeants on their ODA for years with expertise in all manner of ordnance including guns and explosives, training the FNG’s at Rossi usually fell to T. Training Angie was a whole other animal. Thoughts of her in his arms, his hard front pressed to her softly rounded backside while teaching her to line up her sights, popped into his head. It morphed into an image of them in the gym as he taught her hand-to-hand maneuvers. In an easy takedown, he’d straddle her hips and lean over her, enjoying the press of her full tits against his chest as he pinned her to the floor.

He could almost feel her warm body against him as he held her immobilized, his much larger frame caging her as she wiggled and squirmed to get free. The brief fantasy was enough to make his dick hard and his balls ache.

Shifting in his seat, he silently acknowledged he’d dodged a bullet by being unavailable. Glancing at the monitor, he saw her smiling up at Dan then breaking into laughter, her hand coming out to squeeze the older man’s forearm as she bent forward, clearly amused by something her trainer had said.

She was beautiful, more so when she smiled. And her body... He panned down from her face, lingering over the tight T-shirt that conformed to every curve and the body-hugging workout pants that molded to her shapely legs. Spandex, he’d bet money on it.

Damn. His own pants had become excruciatingly tight. He stood abruptly, ready to get home and grab a cold shower.

“Heading to the club tonight?” Rick asked as T headed toward the door.

“Damn straight. Finding a sub on the road is a real bitch.”

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