Page 41 of Resisting His Target
P.S. Go fuck yourself.
Mac
“Nice. That’s beautiful.”
“What’s the matter?” asked Razorback, sliding into the booth.
“Freaking Clash of Clans booted me off during my attack.” Cowboy turned off his phone and threw it on the table.
“And here I thought you were doing something important.”
“Fuck no. How are the lungs?”
“Fine.”
Cowboy narrowed his eyes. “And how are you?”
“Why do you sound like my mother?”
“Just want some details about the mission. How was the hike through hell’s backyard?”
“Hot.”
“I can have one of my guys stay with Jackie through the convention.”
“No, I’ll do it.”
“You’re tired.” He shrugged. “Nobody would blame you. Maybe some space would be a good thing.”
Razorback stared at him for a long beat. “Did she say something?”
“She didn’t have to. I could tell the first time I saw you two together. Jackie’s about to become a very famous person with a very complicated life. You might want to take a step back from that.”
“I’ve got it under control.”
“Kind of like a wildfire. It’s under control until it ain’t no more.”
“I said I’ve got it, Leo.”
The waitress arrived. “You guys ready to order?”
Cowboy raised an eyebrow. “You have a hammer back there so I can pound some sense into this guy?”
She cracked a smile. “Afraid we’re fresh out.”
“Then coffee and waters all around.” Cowboy leaned back, assessing his old friend. Razorback was stronger, tougher, and more stubborn than ever. “Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“You mean like let an ocean liner explode while you’re hitting on Logan’s sister?”
Cowboy glared at him. “You know about that?”
“Sloan likes to gossip.”
“I hate that little fucker.” He shook his head and sighed heavily. “What’s Mac up to? He says he’s taking some time off.”
“He’s looking for his wife. She left him years ago and he wants her back. He was able to follow her trail for a while, then everything just stopped in Mobile, Alabama. Like she disappeared for real, not just left-her-husband kind of disappeared. That was back in 2013,” he said pointedly.
Cowboy raised his eyebrows. “Two thousand thirteen in Mobile, Alabama? Is she black?”
