She laughed. “Like you said, he’s my neighbor. I’m bound to see him, and I refuse to be ignorant. If he waves, I’m going to wave back. If he says hello, I’m going to reply.”
“That’s different,” Lyndsey said, relief lowering her tone. “That’s fine.”
“Good. I’m glad you’re okay with it.” She shook her head and smiled at her cousin’s unnecessary concern.
“I’m fine with it because he isn’t likely to talk to you or anyone else.”
True. The man wasn’t very talkative.
“He’s attended a few barbeques with the others in our backyard,” Lyndsey said. “He does seem okay, but I find it a little odd that he never eats or drinks. Not sure I trust that.”
She shrugged. “Maybe he has a food allergy.”
“Possibly, but I just want you to be careful.”
“I know and I will,” she insisted, standing up to look out her front window at the cottage across the street.
Lights were on inside, but she couldn’t discern any movement or anything out of the ordinary. She gave her head a shake.
What was she doing?
There was nothing wrong with the man. So what if he worked dark ops, black ops or whatever the term was? Right now, he worked for ESI and her cousin was the one who vouched for them, which would include Sinjin.
Stay away from him?
No. She would not do that, nor would she seek him out.
Just thinking about seeing the handsome guy again sent a hiccup through her pulse.
If they both happened to be at the same place, Isla already knew she would make a point tonotignore Sinjin.
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Chapter Three
Sinjin was restless. He’d slept restlessly. Woke up restless. Couldn’t shake the damn feeling. It had a hold of his spine and wouldn’t release its grasp. With luck, he’d see some action today. The job Mac was sending Hunter, Carter, and him on would probably be uneventful, though. It was just guard duty for some yuppy millionaires visiting a San Antonio museum.
“You okay?” Hunter frowned at him as they packed their go bags in the locker area of ESI headquarters.
The big brick building was just down the block from his rental, making morning commutes easy.
“Yeah, why?”
His buddy set his pack down and shrugged. “You seem a bit high-strung.”
“Just restless,” he said. “I can’t seem to shake it today.”
“Ready to move on?”
He frowned, having not really considered that to be a problem. “I don’t know.”
“What about your dad?”
His frown deepened as his gut took an invisible punch. “What about him?”
“He still lives in El Paso, right?”
He nodded. “Last I heard.”
