It wasn’t because he was hurt that badly, he was worried what Kate might do.
She wasn’t a hot head. Her step-brother Walker had been the one with that personality trait.
Still, Kate was known for being protective of her officers and at the moment, she seemed to smell blood in the water.
Or the blood on his arm.
Kate looked at Veronica and smiled.
Crois felt his blood go cold.
“Let go of his arm, Miss Catalano. He has a job to do.”
Veronica dug her nails in deeper and Crois sighed. He didn’t need scars, not from her.
The entitled woman beside him looked Kate right in the eye and grinned. “Make me.”
Oh boy.
With a single movement, Kate grasped Veronica’s arm and did what the other woman demanded.
Shemade herlet go.
This wasn’t going to be good.
FIFTEEN
CROIS
When he showedup to the gym to train, his coach gave him a long, hard look.
David shook his head.
“Who did you rough up?”
“Me?” Crois dropped his duffel bag on the bench in the locker room and reached over his head to pull of his shirt. “No one.”
When he dropped his t-shirt on the bench, Crois looked up and saw David in the mirror. He saw the older man looking at him with one perfectly arched eyebrow.
“What?”
David lifted his chin and lowered his eyes to Crois’ arm.
Crois knew exactly what his coach was talking about. He decided to address it so that they could get on with their training session.
He turned around and extended his arm. “This happened before I even left the precinct.”
David stared at his arm and then looked up into his eyes. “What the hell were you doing?”
Crois smiled, but it was more rueful than a happy smile. “Would you believe that I got these from someone who was trying to apologize to me?”
David shook his head. “No way.”
Crois nodded his head. “It’s true. Now,” he looked over at the door, “you gonna step out so I can change?”
David shook his head. “You shy now? You afraid my dick is going to dwarf yours?”
“I just need a minute, man.”
