“Let’s play nice,” Gage said, talking over Travis as he walked up to stand beside him.
Brantley continued to stare into Travis’s eyes, ensuring he knew how serious he was.“I’m in charge of this op.”
“Yes, you are,” Gage agreed, grabbing Travis’s arm and pulling him back.“And now we’re askin’ if we can be part of it.”
“No one’s asking,” Travis growled softly.
“Yes, we are,” Gage insisted, urging Travis back more, taking his place in front of Brantley.“I know you think we’ll get in the way, but I know how to play nice in the sandbox.”
“He doesn’t,” Brantley said, his gaze darting to Travis.
“You’re right.”Gage grinned.“He doesn’t.But he will.You have my word on that.”
Brantley took a step back, exhaling heavily.He did not want to fight.It wasn’t helping matters.
“Technically, Archer and Atticus are runnin’ this show,” Reese said.“So it’s really up to them.”
Inside, Brantley was grinning.On the outside, he kept his expression impassive as they all turned their attention to the two men watching them from the sidelines.
“Our objective is to talk to Max.”Archer stepped forward.“It’s not to piss him off.If you think you can refrain from doing so, I don’t have a problem with you comin’ along.We need as much information as we can get.”
Brantley refrained from chiming in.Reese was right.Archer and Atticus were in charge, and he had already agreed to let them run it how they wanted.
“Appreciate that,” Gage said.“We’ll—”
“What the hell’s your brother doin’ here?”Brantley asked Reese when he saw movement on the monitor, showing RT’s Cadillac Escalade parking beside Gage’s truck.
“Don’t know.I didn’t call him.”
Just what they needed, more overbearing people looking to stick their noses where they didn’t belong.
