I smiled and felt warm tingles spread through me.
“You have a little grease on your face.” I pointed to his chin.
Our eyes met and held for a few long seconds, then Devney was interrupting. “Seriously, I can’t breathe over here I’m so close to the table. Would you hurry up and go past?”
I moved but kept my eyes on Webber’s as I got past Devney and Dima.
I sat down and saw Searcy’s smug look toward Devney.
Even better, when Webber got back from the bathroom, he came up to our end of the table and stood beside Jasper’s chair to talk.
“You missed that spot I pointed out,” I teased, touching my own neck where his was located.
“Damn, I thought I got it,” he said as he touched his neck.
“Sorry, bro, but you’re just adding to it. Your shirt’s just as dirty as your neck now.” Jasper laughed.
Webber sighed. “Didn’t have time to change before I came. Been a long day at work. I have a project car that’s due for the auction in Philly next month, and I’m not finished with it yet.”
“Oh, what are you working on?”
I listened avidly as he explained about the first-generation Corvette he’d found and what kind of work he’d put into it.
I was watching him so avidly that I saw the moment he jerked forward.
Frowning in surprise, I turned and saw Devney push her way beside him, which had nearly knocked him off balance.
His quick move to the side had me also spying another familiar face in the crowd.
Moran.
“Webber,” I said when he was about to open his mouth and light into Devney for her rudeness.
His eyes came to me. “Yeah?”
I jerked my chin in the direction of Moran. “We have company.”
His eyes followed mine and his mouth thinned.
Yep, he’d spotted her.
“She’s been following me around for a solid week now,” he grumbled.
“Us, too.” Gunner was fully turned in his seat. “She was at the school looking like a complete freak when I was working with Dallas ISD yesterday.”
Gunner worked for Angel Security.
He was the man schools called to make sure they were safe from armed gunmen and intruders.
The why behind his story was tragic and sad.
Gunner’s son, Jett, had passed away during a school shooting when Jett was four years old.
Gunner, a star baseball player at the time, had moved on with his life. Though, he’d done it only living half a life.
He’d gone on to play in the majors and had spent quite a few years playing. But something had always been missing for Gunner.
Then he’d founded Angel Security and had made it his life’s mission to make schools a safer place for their precious cargo.
