“So what are the men doing tonight with us women not there to keep them in line?” Holly asked. She was the only one of us not working for, or in a relationship with, someone at Alpha Mountain.
Indi smiled. “Mrs. L made lasagna, which is the guys’ favorite. I’d say they’re going to eat too much of it, then sit around moaning and groaning because their bellies got too fat.”
“Those guys and belly fat?” Holly asked. “Never happening.”
“Yeah, I know the saying is ‘bounce a quarter off a tight ass,’ but I’ll say the same for those men’s abs. Megan, please tell me you feel up Hayes’ six-pack all the time,” Holly said, hope in her voice.
The waitress stopped by to take Megan’s drink order, and I realized she was the redhead. The waitress Kennedy slept with a few weeks ago. Ugh.
“Gin and tonic, double lime, please,” Megan said. Once the waitress left, she turned to Holly. “I feel up his abs and other things.” She grinned and waggled her eyebrows up and down.
Holly groaned. “I need a man. With abs of steel.”
I’d been following, but I watched the waitress as she worked her way to the bar.
She was younger than me. Her boobs were bigger, hips wider. That red hair was wild, and I could see how Kennedy would want her. I’d do her if I was into women.
“Earth to Quincy.” Indi waved her hand in front of my face.
I blinked then smiled at Indi. “Sorry.”
“You okay with Erin as our waitress?” she asked.
I blinked. “Erin?”
She crinkled her face up and winced. “You know, the one–”
Ah, she knew too what happened.
“The one Kennedy slept with?” I said for her.
Megan’s and Holly’s heads whipped around toward the bar and the redhead. Erin.
All three of them grew up here, but Indi seemed to know the woman personally, at least enough to know her name.
“He did?” Holly said. “I thought–”
My cell chimed in my purse, and I pulled it out, thankful for the reprieve. I never told any of them that I’d slept with Kennedy in Qatar and especially not before the mission a few weeks ago. Shit, had it been almost three weeks since he’d broken up my date with Lee?
I glanced at my screen. “It’s my dad. I’ll be right back,” I told them then hopped up from the booth.
“Admiral.”
I worked my way through the tables and outside. I didn’t want to disturb anyone with my call because I could never be sure how the convo would go.
“Your boss might not be in the service any longer, but Alpha Mountain Security has been spoken about several times this week.”
I wasn’t sure if I should be pleased or petrified, so I settled for, “Oh?”
No pleasantries. No asking after my health, the weather. Nothing. Just straight to the point.
“The rescue mission you did out of Mexico. Diplomatically, it couldn’t have been done by real SEALs.”
RealSEALs. I couldn’t imagine saying that to any of the guys’ faces. They could kill a man with their pinky finger and survive in the wilderness for a week with just a spoon. Probably had.
“Yep, those are the kinds of jobs we get.” We were the runners-up. The not-top choice, but we’d do when it needed to get done and regular channels just wouldn’t work. “I’m always so glad you call with your passive-aggressive put-downs.”
He sighed.