Page 60 of Resisting His Target
“Razorback told me what you’re up to.”
“This is my time, Leo. I ain’t on the HERO Force dime.”
“Neither am I.”
“Then why are you here? Got your nose out of joint and need to push somebody around to get it back into place?”
“No.” He walked back to his truck. Mac sneered as Cowboy reached in the bed of his truck and pulled out a shovel, then walked back and stuck it in the dirt, folding his hands on top. “I thought you might need a hand.”
“You came here—from Atlanta—to help me?”
“Ain’t that far.”
It was four and a half hours, one way. He narrowed his eyes. “Why?”
“Because we’re brothers, you and me. I forgot that for a little while. And brothers help brothers, especially with the hard shit. Especially when they’re down.”
Mac could count on one hand the number of people who’d stick their neck out for him, and all of them called him boss. His throat tightened uncomfortably, and he gestured to the truck. “Who’s that you got with you?”
“That’s Doc. Logan O’Malley. One of the guys from my team. He’s younger than we are, so I figure he can do the heavy lifting.” He raised his voice. “Get out here, Doc.”
Logan stopped to grab a shovel from the back before joining them. “Pleasure to meet you, sir.”
“You a SEAL, boy?”
“No, sir. NSA.”
“You look like a SEAL.”
Logan grinned from one side of his mouth, the expression making him look even younger. Mac stood, his knees reminding him just how much older than this kid he really was. “Well, gentlemen, it ain’t gonna get any cooler out here. Should we get started?”
They worked for hours, sampling the soil throughout the property to see which areas had most likely been disturbed. The answer was an oddly shaped ring that circled the house like a lazy river. That was where the power equipment would dig the next morning.
Logan drove down to a corner store and brought back a styrofoam cooler full of lemonade that tasted better than any liquid Mac could remember, and they sat on the bowing wooden steps in the shade of the wraparound porch. Doc’s cell phone rang, and he wandered off, his tone of voice clearly saying he was talking to a woman.
“Thanks for coming down here today,” Mac said. Cowboy had worked as hard as he had—maybe harder.
“You got it,” said Cowboy. “We’ll stick around for the morning. Make sure your guys get off on the right foot.”
“I appreciate that.”
Logan rejoined them, his brow low over his eyes. “Something happen between you and Charlotte?” he asked Cowboy.
“Was that her?”
“No, Gemma. What’s going on?”
“Nothing you need to worry about.”
“When my sister is unhappy, I worry.”
“I’m not discussing this with you. I’m dating your sister, Logan. Not you.”
“Yeah, and she’s complaining to my wife—”
Cowboy’s head snapped up. “Because I want to marry her, asshole.”
Logan leaned back. “You do?”
