“Something tells me he’s not the only one.”
Carter just grunted which I found completely endearing.
“Friday night,” he insisted.
“Friday.”
“Be ready by six.”
“Okay. I have to get back to Diego now.” For the first time, I hated to hang up the phone, even if it was to get back to my son.
“I’ll see you Friday, sugar.” Gone was the anger his voice held when he lashed out at Don. It was replaced by a promise, the deep assurance his voice always seemed to possess when he spoke directly to me. A shiver ran down my spine as I pressed the button to end the call.
I still had no idea what I was getting into with this thing with Carter, but at that point, it felt completely unstoppable.
~ Chapter Nine ~
Carter
“You’re still mad?”
I cut my eyes to look over my right shoulder at the dipshit who stood next to me. “Put it this way … If I didn’t know you’d walk through fire for me, I’d be looking for a place to bury your body right now.” I turned back to look ahead, on the short stool I sat on, cleaning my equipment.
“It was just a damn joke, Carter,” Don defended himself.
I still was pissed from the previous night when he snatched my phone out of my hand while I was on the phone with Michelle. I’d had to be held back by three of our guys not to rip his damn head off. Obviously, I’d cooled down a little since then.
“That’s your problem, Donnie, you joke too much,” Sean added behind me, and I nodded in agreement.
“No one else takes my jokes to heart. And don’t fucking call me Donnie!”
I chuckled with the rest of the guys in the room. Nothing got under Don’s skin like being called Donnie. I suspected there was something deeper behind that nickname, but for now I couldn’t care less. Just as long as he knew that when it came to Michelle, all jokes were off limits.
“Eric never bitched this much when we teased him when he first started dating Angela.”
“See,” I pointed my hand that held a dirty rag in it, “that’s your fucking mistake. I’m not Eric.” We all knew when Eric was serious about Angela. Yeah, we joked and teased him a little, up until a point. But Eric wasn’t like me. He was tough, sure, but he had more patience than I did when it came to my woman.
“Whatever,” Don grumbled.
“Townsend!”
My head popped up to see Captain Waverly coming our way. When we made eye contact, he waved his head for me to follow him.
“Fuck.” I knew what this shit was about. I tossed the rag to the side and stood to follow the captain back to his office. When we reached it, he went over to sit behind his desk and I shut the door behind me. As soon as I turned, he tossed a small plastic cup, encased in a plastic bag, in my direction.
I caught it with ease and stared down at it. “Seriously?” I snarled.
“Random testing. You know how it works.”
I sure did and I still hated it.
“Look, you’ve only got about three more months of this bullshit. Keep it clean until then, no more testing, and I will personally put in a good word when you send in that lieutenant’s application.”
I lifted my head to stare at the captain, raising an eyebrow. “Lieutenant, huh?”
“Don’t tell me you’ve never considered it.”
“’Course I have. Especially when Eric took his exam last year.”
