"Your sub," she echoes, popping her lips a bit on the end consonant. Her smile is wry, and her dark eyes serious.

"I'm getting the message loud and clear that you got this. You aren't worried. You probably even think I'm being overly cautious at best, fucking ridiculous at worst, and I get that. What are you supposed to do with your new friend's crazy friend, right?"

She shoves her hand in her back pocket, glances down at the dog, then back up at Drake. "You been in the military anywhere, Drake?"