Jake said to Chase as they reclined against the bench in the shooting area outback, doing more talking than shooting at this point. It was hard to get Chase talking but once he got going, it was hard to shut him up. The mention of Charlotte’s arrival had indeed shut him up, because this was yet another problem they would have to solve. Chase turned, saw Charlotte, and sighed, deeply conflicted. Charlotte paused at the edge of the shooting range to take a phone call, wiggling her fingers in greeting as she animatedly told whoever was on the other end to fuck off. Probably Steve Crazwalski, another agent, since she was partnered with him at the moment and he pissed her off like no other man. Steve had given her the title Dragon Queen. Jake had to admit, it was a good code name because she was just that—all scales, armor, and fire in a glittering red package. “Thanks for listening,” Chase muttered, still staring at Charlotte. “I don’t think this discussion is over, but you’re welcome.
