Jackson takes a long moment to size up Luca, I think feeling more comfortable with direct confrontation than small talk. “No secrets, Grant,” he says quietly. “Just genuinely f*****g good at it.”
Luca’s smirk deepens. “At least you’re good for the grunt work,” he says quietly, and my spine straightens at the cruel edge to his words. “Even the military needs its brutes on the front line.”
The table goes quiet at the clear implication in Luca’s words. My eyes flick over Luca again, unsettled by this aggression.
“I seem to recall,” Jackson says slowly, carefully, “that I beat you out on the intelligence exam too, Grant.”
Jesse’s mouth forms into a scandalized, delighted little “o” as he looks eagerly between Jackson and Luca, and a scandalized little laugh stumbles from Ben’s mouth. Rafe
