Epilogue
Something different filtered over the sounds of the thumping music through his headset.
Remi lifted one of the earpieces and slid it behind his ear.
The corners of his lips curved upward when he recognized the voices.
Jorja was still giving Gunnar a run for his money.
It shouldn’t be so hilarious to see his badass brother brought to his knees by a five-foot-five pain in the ass… but it was.
He went to the door to see what shit she’d put him up to now and guffawed out loud.
There wasn’t a hope in hell that rose trellis was going to hold up under Gunnar’s weight.
He scanned upward to see why his brother was playing Tarzan and snorted.
“I should have known.” Peering over the edge of the trellis and swatting at Gunnar’s hand was the kitten Jorja had rescued off the streets a couple of days ago.
Still half wild and hating most men, Loki was a freaking menace.
Hearing Gunnar swear as the kitten caught him with another claw, Remi decided he would forgive the cat for chewing up four charger wires in the last two days.
“Go left, Gunnar,” Jorja directed. “He’s to the left.”
“He’s right over my head, because the little bastard just clawed me.”
“Nope, he’s to the left. I can see his head,” Jorja insisted. “Go left.”
“I swear, baby, if there is more than one cat up here, you and I are going to have a problem.”
Remi swung to look at Jorja and chuckled when he saw the look on her face. His soon to be sister-in-law was as big a menace as the cats she favored. If he was a betting man, he’d put a whole bunch of money down on there being a whole freaking litter in the nook where the bells used to hang.
Women and cats are Gunnar’s problem. It may have taken me a while, but my lessons were learned and I’m never going down that road again. Ever.
The phone rang and dragged his attention away from the Gunnar vs the kitties show, and he went to answer it. “Go for Zipper.”
“Zipper, Midas. I need you to track someone for me.”
Well, that was unexpected… not completely unusual, as sometimes when he wasn’t running one of their own missions, he helped Marco’s old team with running intel. “Who?”
“A COMSUBIN’s sister. She went on safari and disappeared,” Marco explained. “Valerio and team were called out. He can’t go, so I have to.”
Damn, that didn’t sound good at all. He hated when women went missing. It pissed him off. Assholes should learn to pick on someone their own size. “Send me what you have. I’ll see what I can find.”
“Thanks, man. I owe you.”
“Hell no, you don’t. Brothers in arms don’t ever owe me shit.” He ended the call. Two seconds later the email came in, and he got back to doing what he did best. Work.