“Mason,” Mya answered without looking my way. “He’s joining us.” Oliver braked hard at the mention of the Marine, and Mya jerked forward. On instinct, I shot my arm out to stop her from going forward since she was unbuckled. “Fuck. Sorry. There was a squirrel,” Oliver piped up before driving again. “Yeah, a squirrel in the middle of the streets of D.C. that you spotted but I didn’t see,” Gwen said with a light laugh, her British accent rolling through her words. “Absolutely.” “I happen to have great eyesight. And what? There are squirrels in D.C.”
