I chuckled. “No. Okay. Brooklyn Girl at eight thirty.”

“Boom,” he said, standing.

“What was that?”

“I don’t have to eat alone. Pardon me while I celebrate.”

“Get out of here,” I said, waving him away.

Sawyer cleared his throat, and then I noticed the door hadn’t closed when it should have. I glanced up to see Thomas standing in the doorway. His short hair was still damp from his post-workout shower.

“How long have you been standing there?” I asked.

“Long enough.”

I barely acknowledged his taunt. “You really should stop hovering in my doorway. It’s creepy.”

He sighed, shutting the door behind him before approaching my desk. He sat, waiting patiently, while I looked over my emails.


“What?” I said from behind the monitor.

“What are you doing?”

“Checking my email, also known as work. You should try it.”

“You used to call me sir.”

“You used to make me.” An awkward long silence prompted me to lean over and meet his eyes. “Don’t make me explain.”

“Explain what?” he asked, genuinely intrigued.

I looked away, annoyed, and then gave in. “It’s just dinner.”

“At Brooklyn Girl.”


“It’s my favorite restaurant. He knows that.”

“Jesus, Thomas. This is not a pissing match.”

He considered that for a moment. “Maybe not to you.”

I shook my head in frustration. “What does that even mean?”

“Do you remember the night we met?”

Every bit of my sass and nerve melted away, and I instantly felt the same way I had the first few seconds after he climaxed inside me. The awkwardness put me in my place faster than intimidation ever could.

“What about it?” I asked, chewing on my thumbnail.

He hesitated. “Did you mean what you said?”

“Which part?”

He stared into my eyes for what seemed like an eternity, planning what he would say next. “That you’re emotionally unavailable.”

He hadn’t just taken me off guard. All my guards were taken off faster than any other offed guards in the history of offed guards.

“I don’t know how to answer that,” I said. Well done, Liis!

“Does that go for everyone or just me?” he asked.

“Nor that.”

“I’ve just been…” His expression changed from casually flirty to curious and flirty. “Who’s the SWAT guy you left behind in Chicago?”

I glanced behind me as if someone who might be hanging on the seventh-floor window could hear. “I’m at work, Thomas. Why the hell are we talking about this now?”

“We can talk about it over dinner if you’d like.”

“I have plans,” I said.

The skin around his eyes tightened. “A date?”


“If it’s not a date, then Sawyer won’t care.”

“I’m not canceling on him because you want to win whatever game you’re playing. This is already old. You make me tired.”

“Then, it’s settled. We’ll discuss your ex-ninja at my favorite restaurant at eight thirty.” He stood.

“No, we won’t. None of that sounds appealing—at all.”

He looked around and playfully pointed at his chest.

“No, you’re not appealing either,” I snapped.

“You’re a terrible liar for a fed,” Thomas said with a smirk. He walked to my door and opened it.

“What is with everyone today? Val is acting crazy, and you’re insane…and arrogant, by the way. I just want to come to work, go home, and maybe not eat alone once in a while with whomever the hell I want to, without drama or whining or contests.”

The whole of Squad Five was staring into my office.

I gritted my teeth. “Unless you have an update for me, Agent Maddox, please allow me to continue my current task.”

“Have a good day, Agent Lindy.”

“Thank you,” I said in a huff.

Before he closed the door, he poked his head back in. “I was just getting used to you calling me Thomas.”

“Get out of my office, Thomas.”

He shut the door, and my cheeks burned bright as an uncontrollable smile spread across my face.

Miniature rivers rushed down each side of the street, a city’s worth of dirt and debris escaping down the large square drains at each intersection. Tires sloshed in high-pitched tones as they careened down the wet asphalt, and I stood in front of the striped awning and large glass windows that featured Brooklyn Girl in vintage font.

I couldn’t stop smiling about the fact that I wasn’t saddled with a heavy coat. The low clouds overhead were backlit by the moon, and the sky had spit and poured on San Diego off and on all day, yet there I stood in a sleeveless white blouse, a coral linen blazer, and skinny jeans with sandals. I’d wanted to wear my suede slingback heels, but I hadn’t wanted to chance getting them wet.

“Hey,” Sawyer said into my ear.

I turned and smiled, elbowing him.

“I got us a table,” Thomas said, breezing past us and opening the door. “Three, right?”

Sawyer looked like he’d swallowed his tongue.

Thomas’s eyebrows lifted. “Well? Let’s eat. I’m starved.”

Sawyer and I traded glances, and I walked in first, followed by Sawyer.

Thomas shoved his hands into his pockets as he stood at the hostess’s podium.

“Thomas Maddox,” the young woman said, a sparkle in her eye. “It’s been a long time.”

“Hi, Kasie. Table for three, please.”

“Right this way.” Kasie smiled, taking three menus and leading us to a corner booth.

Sawyer sat first near the wall, and I sat in the chair next to him, leaving Thomas to sit across from us. Both men looked happy with the arrangement at first, but Thomas’s eyebrows pulled together when Sawyer scooted his chair a bit closer to mine.

I suspiciously eyed him. “I thought this was your favorite restaurant?”

“It is,” Thomas said.

“She said you haven’t been in here in a long time.”