Intercepted Risk (Aegis Group Task Force #5) - Sidney Bristol Page 0,10
humor in a way Logan would never be able to. He’d thought no one could get under his skin like Harper until he met Kelsey. She took things to a whole other level.
Harper dropped the smiling and laughing routine in an abrupt about-face. “What’s up, man? You seem a little stressed.”
Jamie sank onto the bench with Harper. “Kelsey ruffling your feathers again, TL?”
Logan grimaced.
“Oh, man.” Harper’s grin was back. “She’s a firecracker, that one.”
Logan bit the inside of his mouth to keep his thoughts to himself.
Kelsey was a pain in his ass.
What was it with her?
All he’d wanted to do was clear the air between them, ensure they could go into this job with the right mindset. Instead, she’d turned it around. Somehow all of this was his fault,, and he had no idea how that’d happened.
As of today, Logan was going to do everything in his power to stay away from Kelsey Young. He couldn’t shake his attraction to her, but he didn’t have to act on it. Maybe if they stayed in their own corners, far apart, they could get their work done in peace.
Some people just weren’t made to be together. Not that he’d had intentions of anything happening between himself and Kelsey. It would be unprofessional.
“You know what I want?” Harper asked.
Jamie squinted at the other man. “Who are you talking to?”
“I want more of Nadine’s brownies.”
“Oh, my God,” Evan groaned.
Jamie arched a brow. “That good?”
Tucker shook his head. “You have no idea.”
“You were there, too?” Jamie’s eyes widened.
Tucker stared back at Jamie. “What?”
“Yeah, he was there Thursday. Only people not there were you and TL here.” Harper thumbed at Logan.
“What do you think she put in the brownies to make them so good?” Evan asked.
“Crack,” Harper replied.
That answer was met with chuckles.
Nadine Baker.
She hadn’t yet been cleared from their suspect list for the mole. Logan didn’t think the grandmotherly CIA agent was the culprit, but she also couldn’t be ruled out. It made for a difficult team atmosphere when they couldn’t even trust the lady who brought brownies to dinner.
“When’s everyone going for their interview?” Evan asked, bringing them all around to the big thing on their list today.
“I’m up first.” Logan checked his watch. “I’ve got about two hours. I should shower and head over there.”
“Good luck getting the job, man.” Harper held up his hand.
Logan slapped palms with the other man. “You, too.”
With luck, a few of them would get on the senator’s security detail. Logan doubted they’d all make the cut. There weren’t that many openings, if Zora was correct.
They still didn’t know why Senator Dixon was opting to hire his own rather than use the Secret Service. It was a question they couldn’t answer without showing their hand, and Zora wasn’t going to allow them to do it. The whole thing was especially odd considering Dixon wasn’t a name most people would have heard of. Senator Dixon wasn’t a camera hog, he didn’t stand for anything controversial. He blended into the backdrop of Washington.
Logan mulled that over while he showered and dressed for the interview.
He couldn’t actually recall his last job interview.
People didn’t apply to Aegis Group. Aegis Group recruited who they wanted. Before that, Logan had been in the SEALs. He hoped their mock interview sessions preparing for this gig were all he needed to land a spot on the senator’s team.
Half an hour until his appointment, Logan climbed the stairs to the Senate Office Building on Constitution Avenue north of the Capitol building. He paused to soak in his surroundings and the people. Another person might feel awe in his shoes. Instead, the unease that had been a constant presence in the back of his mind grew.
He was walking into something they didn’t fully understand. Hopefully this didn’t get anyone killed.
Logan passed through security. He took his time, chatting with building security and shaking a few hands before he headed toward Senator Dixon’s offices.
Diha had briefed him on every nook and cranny not covered by cameras. Those would be vital to their work going forward. If possible, they didn’t want Dixon to ever know he’d been in danger. The fewer people who knew about the Task Force, the better.
The senator’s offices were located in a low trafficked part of the building. The surrounding offices appeared to be dark, likely still closed for the holiday.
The door leading into Dixon’s office was frosted glass and lit from within. Someone had already hung a wreath out front.