Page 50 of Clap Back (Carter Brothers)

Not that I would want to work full-time with them. If I had to deal with them anymore than I already did, I might very well go insane.

“Well, you haven’t even applied for it,” he said. “Again, which gets me to thinkin’ you’re not committed.”

I was getting angry, and I knew they could see it.

“I have to get moving so I’m not late to work,” I said stiffly.

Scott moved, but I could see that he didn’t want to.

Sheldon didn’t move, and I had to push past him to get through the door.

I didn’t miss the way he said ‘fuck face’ either.

I ignored them both and took a seat in the bullpen, waiting for Quaid to give his speech on who would be where, and what we needed to keep an eye out for tonight.

After giving us our orders, he launched into a slew of curses as he explained how the gang activity had been higher than usual over the last couple of days.

It was as he was finished and I got up to leave, heading to the back area where the cruisers were located, that he caught up to me and stopped me with a hand on my shoulder.

“How did the interview go?” he asked curiously.

“Well,” I said, “they’re leaning toward offering me a more senior position because of my experience and their need for someone to lead. I’m not sure that I want that.”

I loved my job.

But I also loved spending time out on the lake, playing flag football, and spending time with my family.

And hopefully a certain other someone, too.

I didn’t want the responsibility of working more than I had to.

However, the pay was incredible.

“You have to think about the fact that Sunnyvale has a tenth of the population that Dallas has. The kind of responsibility you’d be expected to have here is going to be completely different there,” he pointed out.

“You do have a point,” I agreed. “I guess I’ll need to see what they suggest. They were impressed with the interview and want me to follow up with them for a physical and an agility test.”

“Ones that you’ll pass with flying colors,” he pointed out.

When we reached the cruiser, he stopped me with a hand on my arm, a look in his eyes that sent a chill down my spine. “Hey, I have a feeling.”

Quaid and his feelings made my heart ache.

My brows rose. “What do you mean?”

“About tonight. Just… stay close to the cruiser. I…” He rubbed at his chest. “I just think you need to be hypervigilant tonight. Something’s wrong.”

It was a full moon.

Plus, it was hot as fuck.

Pairing those two things together was a recipe for disaster.

My road rage is so bad I wish I could Bluetooth to someone’s car just to tell them they drive like shit.

—Maven’s secret thoughts

MAVEN

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