Page 52 of Wrecked
“I’m right here,” Hawk mumbled.
Cooper studied his face. “You okay?”
He forced a smile, hoping it was more relaxed that his churning guts. “All good.”
He hated—fucking hated—that Tommy had been with her. Normally never jealous, he needed to work this out or he couldn’t be his cousin’s mentor. Tommy hadn’t done anything wrong and it had nothing—nothing—to do with him.
Then, why the fuck did he have a stick up his ass over this, and what the hell was he gonna do about it?
I know exactly what I’m gonna do and it goes against every fucking ALPHA protocol there is.
Cooper rose. “Tommy needs a work alibi. He can always use Providence’s shell marketing company, Luck Marketing. I’m here if you need me.” He extended his hand to Tommy. “Welcome to ALPHA.”
Tommy stood and shook it. “It’s good to be here.”
“I’ll talk to you,” Cooper said to Hawk before shutting the door behind him.
“Seriously, dude,” Tommy said. “I can’t wrap my brain around this. So, you run Hawk Securityandyou’re in ALPHA?”
“Right. I’m not here full time. There are a handful of us who take care of the most violent criminals.”
“Take care of?” Tommy asked, emphasizing his question with air quotes.
“We take ‘em out.”
Tommy’s eyes widened. “You’re a trained killer?”
“Specialty agent.”
“And pilot,” Tommy said. “You gotta be the busiest person I know.”
Hawk’s phone buzzed with a text from Prescott. “Need your help.”
“In five,” he replied before shifting his attention back to Tommy.
“You’re gonna be at ALPHA full time, but you still need a cover,” Hawk explained. “Tell people you work for Luck Marketing.”
Tommy chuckled. “No one’s gonna buy that. I’ve been in law enforcement since college. I don’t know jack about marketing. What about a consultant at your company? I’ve been brought on board to talk about the latest trends in criminal behavior, so you can expand your product line.”
“Nice. That’ll work.”
“Do I need business cards or something to look legit?”
“No cards,” Hawk replied. “Just mention Hawk Security and change the subject. The less you say, the better. Are you going to target practice regularly?”
“I haven’t been in a while.”
“Schedule it weekly. We’ll go together sometime.” Hawk pushed out of the chair. “Let’s find you an office and get you set up with a computer.”
“The HR manager mentioned a tracker on my phone,” Tommy said. “What’s that about?”
The day was slipping by and Hawk had a shit-ton of work to do. “Let’s talk and walk.”
As they headed down the hall, Hawk asked, “Can I see your phone?”
Tommy handed it over.
“I’m adding a tracking app,” Hawk explained. “If you’re taken, we gotta be able to save your ass.”
