“Honey,” Dad said, “I like you already.”
Matt grinned up at his father, enjoying the lightness of the moment. Enjoying Taylor, the ace Special Agent, something he’d never achieved, allowing him to share her spotlight. All these years, he’d allowed the Bureau’s rejection to define him. To make him feel inferior.
And, in the end, make him a better investigator.
Damn, he’d been looking at this thing upside down. The Bureau had actually done him a favor.
“Thank you,” Taylor said to Dad. “Your son is an amazing man.”
Dad set his hand on top of Matt’s head and shook it. “That he is. No thanks to his pain in the ass old man.”
“So, what do you say, Mad Dog? Want to come to an FBI press conference and have those jerks choke on the fact that you solved their case for them?”
“Wesolved their case.”
“Ha! We solved their case. I like it.”
“Me too,” he said. “I like it a lot.”
