“So am I allowed to ask about your work?” Naomi said cautiously. “Or is the whole topic of King’s Men off-limits?”
“Nothing’s off-limits,” King said. “I’ll tell you anything you want to know – so long as it doesn’t put any of my people in danger or breach client confidentiality.”
“OK.” She thought for a minute. “I’ve heard stuff about the group… rumors.”
“Yeah, me too.” King took a sip of his coffee. “Ask, honey.”
“Uh. Hmmm. Where to begin?” Her dark eyes were considering. “How did you end up running the group? Are you ex-military?”
“Kind of. Not like my team – they’re mostly hardcore ex-SEALs and -Marines and so on. I wasn’t anything like that elite. I was a paratrooper.”
Naomi c****d her head. “A what?”
“I was dropped by air into some hot zones, usually to help with military extra
