“The queen always wins.” With a flirty wink, he looks to Ang. “Checkmate Security. I’m gonna keep doing what I know, but I’ll be doing it as a civilian, on my own schedule, without a chain of fuckin’ bullshit command and paperwork coming out my asshole. We’re going out on our own, and the only person I’ll answer to is–”
Jess grins. “Is me.”
He drops a kiss on her lips.
“Eric’s going with you?” Ang asks. “He’s leaving the force?”
“He left the day I left. There was no way in hell he was just gonna let me go without him. He has a serious case of FOMO. He hates missing out.”
“He’s like a child,” Jess laughs. “Or a puppy.”
Ang frowns. “And Spence?”
“Is a damn psycho,” I add.
Kane snorts. “Spence is contracting in. He likes his work, but he also gets off on shooting people and watching them bleed. Now he can have the best of both worlds.”
“Security companies aren’t supposed to shoot people.” Ang’s chest grows, like this conversation pushes adrenaline through his blood. “Security companies drive around town and make sure all the shops on Main are locked up and secure.”
Kane laughs. “No. Not a rent-a-cop, asshole. I’m not the guy that’s gonna slide a business card into doors on a security pass. That’s not me.”
“So what, then?” Ang sets his empty glass on the counter behind me. “What does your business plan entail besides Big Macs that you’ll regret twenty minutes later?”
He shrugs. “Private investigation. Protection. Search and rescue. There are probably kittens stuck in a tree somewhere.”
“So you just declare it and it becomes fact? You decide this is your new job and people ask you to protect them?”
He lifts a daring brow. “Yup. I already know a couple attorneys that are in need of PI work. I know cops that can’t make a habit of getting their hands dirty the way I can. I know people that want shit done that they can’t do themselves.”
Ang’s eyes narrow. “On a scale of one to none, how legal will your actions be in this new venture of yours?”
“We get shit done, Riggs.”
Riggs.
Why does that name keep coming up? And why does it make Ang growl?
Kane brushes it off. “We get results when we do shit my way, and when we get results, we get paid. When I get paid–”
“I get new shoes.” Jess drops a wet kiss on his forehead. “Everything’s okay, Ang. You need to relax. Don’t worry so much.”