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"I'll send you the information on your cell later tonight."
She nodded and gave him a nudge with her arm. "Thanks for letting me ride with Blue Bonnet, tonight."
Weston frowned for a moment before she jerked a thumb over her shoulder at where the State Trooper had gone. "What did you-"
She shrugged. "It was hard to hear with the banshee screaming. I thought you said his last name was Bonnet. My bad!" Then she walked past him, stopping at the door to the club where she turned and waved at all of them. "I’ll see you later, boys! I hope y'all don't suck too hard! I don't want to be embarrassed."
Jack used her butt to hit the button to open the doors and then she was gone.
Dally stepped in front of Weston, smiling. "I like her."
Fox lifted a curious brow. "She's... interesting."
Duval shook his head. "She's a ballbuster."
Oxy smacked him on the arm. "Hands off."
"Me?" Duval lifted his arms. "The last woman I'm going to touch is one I work with."
"I'd be too afraid to try."Myles whistled low under his breath. "I bet she bites."
Duval chuckled at that. "Then maybe I'll have to rethink my no."
Weston sighed. "Okay, that's it for us tonight. Any more of this... banter between you and I might start with a clean slate and pick other people."
The men started to disperse into the club. Fox was the last one standing there with him.
"West?"
"Hmm?"
He watched through the still open doorway as women started to surround the others.
Fox sighed. "No one believes your threat."
Weston turned around and gave his friend a hearty smack on his shoulder. "That's why you're going to do the talking."
CHAPTER 10
TRACY
'Boy Howdy. Thank goodness I learned to swim early on.'Tracy chuckled to herself as she watched the party going on around her.'Weston certainly threw me in the deep end.'
"Hey, beautiful."
The words had been whispered so Tracy turned to look at the man who'd walked up next to her. Written across his white T-shirt was the name OXY.
Weston had everyone put their team names on their shirts. He said it was, ‘so they'd get used to it,’ but really Tracy believed that he'd done the same thing they did in Pre-School or Kindergarten.
Why?
Well, if Oxy was any indication, that was the current mental age of most of Weston's swat team.
Tracy folded her arms across her chest and gave Oxy her best 'boss' look from work.
Rather than shrinking back or even looking a little sheepish, Oxy leaned in with a shit-eating grin.
Tracy shook her head. "Is this like a game?"
