There was no way the massive ex-soldier could blend in, especially in the minuscule car. In fact, with his buzz cut hair, scar down his jaw, and cut muscles, he stood out wherever he went. “Okay,” Raider said. He tried to keep from blanching as Wolfe handed over a latte, one that no doubt would cause a sugar high from hell. “Thanks.”

Brigid leaned around Raider to accept hers. “Yum.”

Raider sipped on the straw, and the sugar hit his stomach instantly.

Wolfe nodded. “Just one shot of coffee since it’s nighttime. The flavor is candy cane.”

Brigid gave a barely there sigh behind Raider. For some reason, Wolfe was obsessed with giving everyone lattes laden with sugar, and the massive soldier seemed so happy about it that nobody could ruin his delight. Especially since he was usually planning how to take out their enemies. Real or imagined. “Are you here to see Angus?” she asked.

“Nope. Force texted me to take you guys to Dana’s place and promised he’d spring for pizza. Said you should talk to her about a mob story she’s working on.” Wolfe dropped his head and sucked coffee through his straw, draining half the drink. “Though she doesn’t share stories, even ones that Force obviously tipped her off about. I’ll talk to him later regarding that situation.”

Oh, she’d share this one. Raider cocked his head. Would he have to go through Wolfe to get to the journalist? “How close are you and Dana?”

Wolfe lifted a shoulder. “Just friends. I can’t take on more than that right now. Until I finish my mission.”

“What is that mission?” Brigid asked, stirring the whipped cream.

Wolfe’s eyes lost all expression. “I’ll let you know when it’s time.”

Awareness danced up Raider’s spine and spread across his shoulders. Sometimes he saw a glimpse of the cunning predator beneath Wolfe’s easygoing, goofy, and sometimes crazy façade. “You know we’re a team, right?”

“Yep.” Wolfe’s good nature returned immediately, and he finished his latte. “I wouldn’t spring for the good sprinkles if we weren’t a team.” A plaintive meow sounded from the left pocket of his battered leather jacket, and he glanced down as a furry white head popped out. The kitten blinked bright green and blue eyes, and his damaged left ear twitched. “Kat. What the heck, dude? You just went to the can.”

“Oh, you sweetie.” Brigid handed off her latte to Raider and gingerly lifted the kitten out of Wolfe’s pocket. “Come on, baby. I’ll take you over to the grass.” She cuddled the animal to her chest and strode across the ripped-up asphalt serving as their parking lot.

Lucky cat. Raider watched her go, along with Wolfe. There were no threats near the barren park, even though parts of it were dark. “Stay in the light, Brigid,” he called out.