shrugged. “I love this town and most of the people in it. Minus one ex-husband. It’s a great place to live and raise a family.”
“But you aren’t married and, from what you’ve just told me, you don’t have family here.”
She shrugged. “I’d love to travel, but I never considered doing it alone.” Her lips twisted. “I’d want to share my adventures with someone else. I couldn’t see myself standing at the edge of the Grand Canyon and having no one to share my appreciation for what I’d be seeing.” Sierra laughed. “Sounds dumb, but that’s how I feel. Besides, I was married from the time I left college until just a few months ago. We didn’t have the money to travel. We barely had enough to pay the rent. So, there you have it. That’s my pathetic life in a nutshell. The best part about it is working with the children. I love those kids.”
“And they all love you.”
“The little traitors were quick to switch their loyalties when you came through the door.” She winked at him. “Why don’t you have children?” Her eyes widened suddenly. “Wow, I don’t even know if you’re married.” She pressed her hand to her lips.
He shook his head. “I’m not, and I don’t have any children.” Leaning toward her, he said in a low voice for only her ears, “Besides, I wouldn’t have kissed you if I had a wife. Call me old-fashioned, but I believe you only kiss the one you’re committed to.”
Sierra sank back against her seat. “Whew. You never know. I’ve been out of the dating scene for a long time. Heck, I don’t think I’ve ever been in it. I married my high school sweetheart two years into college.”
“What did you major in?” he asked.
“I would have majored in elementary education, but I didn’t get to finish.” She rubbed the third finger on her left hand.
“Why?”
“Clay thought college was a waste of time. He dropped out and got a job as a truck driver and we got married. When it came time for fall semester to start, he wouldn’t let me go back. He said it cost too much, and what did I need a college education for anyway? He made enough money driving a truck to support us.”
“And he lost his license.”
She nodded. “Over a year ago.”
“Seven years and no children. That from a woman who loves kids.” He raised his brows.
“I wanted them.” She shrugged and looked away. “They never seemed to happen. Can we talk about something else?”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.”
“It’s okay. It was a sore subject in our marriage, and it still hurts.”
“Then let’s talk about what to order.” He popped open a menu and perused the items he had yet to try. Soon, the waitress delivered a bison burger for him and a Southwestern chicken salad for Sierra. They spent the rest of the meal talking about the upcoming football season and who they thought would play in the bowl games.
When he’d finished the burger and fries, he ordered another beer and sat back. “I’m surprised you know your college football teams.”
She sipped from her wineglass and raised her brows. “Why? Because I’m a girl?”
“No,” he hedged. “Because you’re a woman. I thought most women disliked sports.”
“That’s a sexist remark.”
“Guilty.”
“My foster mother and father were huge football fans. We spent many weekends watching the games and yelling until our throats were raw.” She smiled, her face softening. “I miss that.”
“Was your ex a fan?”
She shook her head. “He liked hockey. Don’t get me wrong. I love watching a good hockey game, too. But I missed watching football.”
“He wouldn’t let you watch football?”
“No.”
“Jerk,” T-Rex muttered just loud enough for her to hear.
Sierra laughed. “My thoughts exactly.” For a long moment, her smile lingered. Then it disappeared altogether.
T-Rex found himself wanting to make her smile again.
“Speak of the devil.” Sierra nodded toward the entrance and ducked her head.
T-Rex glanced in the direction indicated.
Clay Ellis strutted into the tavern, cocky as hell, sneering at anyone who dared to give a friendly greeting.
“Don’t worry. He can’t hurt you here,” T-Rex said, clenching his fists beneath the table.
“I know. But he can make a fuss.” She set down her wineglass. “We can leave now, if you want.”
“I’d rather you finished your wine and I finished my beer and neither one of us lets him get to us.”
She laughed, though it sounded less than convincing. “You’re right.” She lifted her glass and sipped. “I shouldn’t let him get to me. I’m done with him.” As she spoke, she lifted her glass. Her hand shook so much, the wine spilled onto her chest. “Darn. This was my favorite sweater.” She dabbed at the stain with her napkin. When that didn’t help, she looked up. “I’d better go to the ladies’ room and see if I can get this out before it sets.”
T-Rex watched as she left their table. His gaze switched from her to where Ellis leaned against the bar, flirting with one of the waitresses trying to fill a drink order.
As far as T-Rex could tell, Ellis hadn’t seen Sierra.
“T-Rex, glad we found you.” Caveman slipped into the chair Sierra had vacated a minute before. “We’ve been looking for you.”
Kevin Garner, Ghost, Caveman and Hawkeye pulled up chairs around the little table.
“Uh, guys, I’m here with someone.”
“Yeah?” Hawkeye, the army ranger of the group of military men, glanced around. “I don’t see anyone else.”
As one, all four men craned their necks, searching the room.
“Who is she?” Ghost asked. The Navy SEAL smiled, refusing to let T-Rex off the hook.
“Who said it was a she?” T-Rex drummed his fingers on the table, willing the men to leave before Sierra returned.
Caveman laughed. “You, by the way you’re avoiding the question.” The Delta-Force soldier crossed his arms. These men weren’t going to give up until they got an answer.
“It doesn’t matter.” The only way T-Rex would get rid of them was to find out what they wanted. “What’s up?”
“Charlie found the social media site the Free America group moved to,” Ghost said. Charlie McClain was an old flame of Ghost’s who moonlighted as a cybersnoop for the Department of Homeland Security.
“And?” T-Rex prompted to move the conversation along.
Ghost leaned closer, lowering his voice so that others couldn’t hear. “There’s been more noise about a potential takeover in the very near future.”
“Any dates given?” T-Rex asked.
“No, just a general call to arms to stand ready.”
“Great. And we’re no closer to figuring out who’s involved with the Free America group?”
“Our computer gurus, Hack and Charlie, said that anyone could have set up that group from a public library,” Garner said. “The members of the group are using aliases, probably set up on public Wi-Fi systems.”
T-Rex’s fingers clenched into fists. “How much time