“Your turn will come,” Nick told her.
“Uh-huh. How am I going to meet the man of my dreams, staring at a computer screen all day?”
Paul grinned. “Dating sites?”
“After what Dylan and Mars went through? I think I’ll pass.”
Van leaned back in his chair, listening to the bantering. They reminded him of the people he used to work with—only this group was much less uptight. Or so he thought from the brief time he’d been at the compound. He had the feeling that would change once he started going through training and had to prove that he was as good…As I think I am. He chuckled quietly.
“Enjoying yourself?” Paul asked him.
“So far, although that might change tomorrow when you all put me through my paces.”
“I doubt it. You’re ex FBI and they don’t put people in the field who can’t handle what’s thrown at them.”
“True.” Van frowned worriedly. “I think my problem will come when I have to circumvent the rules they drummed into me about staying legal, no matter what.”