Page 64 of SEAL by Fate

Jumping up from his desk so fast, Gray’s chair hit the wall with a loud thud.

Cowboy blocked Gray’s path. “Come on, man. Don’t do this.”

“I can’t believe you aren’t wanting this fucker more than you do, Carlisle. He’s the reason you’re disabled.”

“Fuck you, Abel.”

“Relax, man.” Cowboy patted Gray on the shoulder.

“That’s okay, Cowboy. Maybe he needs to go home and destress with his flavor of the month.” Abel’s laughter rang out in the room.

Cowboy sighed about the same time Gray shoved him aside, marching over to Abel’s desk, grabbed him by the cotton of his T-shirt, and dragged him up to his feet. “Don’t fucking ever mention Stormy again. Got it?” Gray said in a low, menacing tone.

“Come on, bro. Let’s not do this.” Cowboy pulled Gray by the arm. “We have shit to do.”

“What the hell is going on in here?” Jamison barked from the doorway.

“Nothing, boss. Just a little tiff over a ball game,” Cowboy said.

“Is that right, Carlisle and Abel?” Jamison clenched his hands into fists. “If you two are at it again, so help me, I’m going to send you both home.”

“No problem here, right Gray?” Abel said with a grin.

Reluctantly, Gray released the man, but the tension of his muscles didn’t release. “Yeah, sure. We’re all good. Just as Cowboy said. Just a disagreement over a game,” he snarled.

“That’s good because I want Phantom caught and I don’t have time for any shenanigans. Stay focused. Both of you get out of here and go to where the dead girl’s body was found and find me a clue. I don’t care if it’s a splinter. Bring back something. This screwball fire-loving prick has made fools of us enough,” Jamison said through clenched jaw, then turned and marched back into his office.

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