She continued toward the front of his truck. “I thought you said goodbye to everybody last night. Heard you boys got a little drunk.”

“Yeah, we did. I just want to check the vehicle before I head back home.” He leaned against her car, watching her work. The woman was meticulous; in fact, the only time he’d seen her truly serious was when she was dealing with gadgets. “Thanks for skipping work today. Where did you get reassigned anyway?”

She reached the other side, ducking down and disappearing from sight. “I didn’t. I quit.”

He launched himself around his truck, his ears ringing. “What do you mean, you quit? You can’t just quit.”

“You did.” She didn’t look up from the blinking lights on the scanner.

He crossed his arms. While she’d only been on the team a few months, he was responsible for her. Besides, with her blond hair free of the colorful streaks, she looked a little bit like his sister. Was a smart-ass like her, too. “I didn’t quit. I was fired, and that doesn’t reflect on you.”

She stood and stretched her back. “I need to inspect the undercarriage.”

He frowned, a look that had made more than one junior agent take a step back during his FBI days.

Millie lifted one light eyebrow. “What?”

He glowered at her. “You know what.”

She sighed, her blue eyes an odd, light-cerulean color. “I quit, Angus. I’m allowed. In fact, I’ve gotten offers from several top tech companies as well as more governmental agencies than I can count. I can write my own ticket if I want.”

“Why did you quit?”

“I wanted to.” Without giving him another chance to question her, she dropped and rolled beneath the vehicle as if she’d done so a million times before.

Maybe he didn’t have a right to question her. It wasn’t as if the woman lacked options. He ducked down to watch her. “When are you going back to work?”

“Haven’t decided. I may put more streaks in my hair and travel a little bit first.” She scanned the undercarriage. “I could use a walkabout.”

That’d be perfect. “The sooner you get out of town, the better. Just in case, I mean.” He kept his voice casual and stood to make sure Roscoe hadn’t gotten into any trouble. The dog was scouting around the trees, his tail wagging, his body relaxed.

Millie finished her inspection, rolled to the other side, and checked out the interior of the truck. Finally she jumped down. “You’re fine. No trackers. When you drive away I’ll scan you just in case there’s a tracker that works only when you’re moving.” She tossed the device in the air and caught it easily in her small hands. “You sure there’s somebody after you?”