Evan didn't look cheered up, but he stopped hiding his face, and they took that as a win.
Shane sat on the bed and began to punch in their commanding officer's number. Well, he wasn't technically his commanding officer anymore. However, all the men who worked for Nicholas Reynolds still looked at him as one.
Reynolds would not be pleased with this phone call, but he would wait until later to read them the riot act. But Shane knew it was coming. Reynolds had a deep well of patience as well as a long memory.
Shane bit back a curse directed at himself and typed in the last number from memory. Before he could hit send, his phone rang so loudly that everyone reacted on instinct. Carson reached for the gun under his coat, and Evan jumped out of his chair to grab his own. Shane almost
