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Weston looked up at Jack and then Tracy. "It's up to Tracy. Whatever you think your people would want."
Tracy smiled at him. "Well, we're staffed by women. I think they'd love to hear Jack's take on self-defense."
Dally gave Tracy a hesitant look. "I know there are differences. I've sparred with women a lot. Besides going for the throat, knees, and nuts, what-"
Jack's water bottle slipped out of her hands and hit the top of the table with a heavy thump, stopping Dally in mid-question.
"You ever walk through a parking lot with your keys poking between your fingers? Or decide not to listen to music on a run because you might not hear someone coming up behind you?"
The table went silent.
Even the grill seemed to have gone on silent mode.
Jack stood up from her seat and mumbled something about going to the bathroom as she walked through the crowd on the way to the side door that led into the mudroom.
Most of the group avoided looking directly at her, but Tracy followed her exit.
Trooper Bonney did too.
There was something about the way he looked after her that-
The thought popped up in her head and Tracy snapped her fingers, the sound drawing everyone's attention. "Blue!"
Most of the group, including Bonney, looked at her as if she was speaking a foreign language.
Fox and Weston were the only exceptions, smiling at her.
Weston nodded a few times. "Blue..."
Fox looked off to the side for a moment before gesturing in Bonney's direction. "Blue fits."
Myles quickly added in. "True blue."
"Blue Bonnet," West picked up a Sharpie and tossed it at the trooper who caught it easily.
Dally grinned. "Sounds good to me."
Duval was nodding quietly, his own gaze off in the distance before he turned and gave the other man a nudge with his elbow. "Blue balls?"
Dally groaned. "Why, man?" He sighed and shook his head. "Why do you always gotta gobelow the belt."
'Yeah,'Tracy thought to herself,'definitely a bunch of kids.'
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Weston wasn't sure what to think.
Oxy seemed to be aching for an ass kicking.
Oh, he wouldn't touch him.
Smiling to himself, Weston could think of three or four tortuous workouts that Oxy would hate.
It was good, so damn good to be in charge sometimes.
Tracy leaned into his shoulder and Weston turned to look at her.
She looked happy. Laughing. The wind lifting the strands of hair that kept falling out of her bun. She looked stunning. Gorgeous. With or without makeup.
