Page 65 of Under the Radar

I sat down and quietly told her. Her eyes widened, and she gripped my arm. “He drew his weapon?”

“Yeah.”

“Chase, you need to report him.”

“He was trying to scare me, Charly. Prove a point.”

Her grip tightened. “What point? That he could shoot you?”

“That he is more powerful than me. Which, in this case, he is. He wasn’t going to shoot me.”

“Were you scared?”

“For a moment, yes,” I admitted. “But he hadn’t removed the safety. It was for show.”

“You should still report him.”

“No. He can argue he had just cause since I was reaching into my pocket, even though we both knew I was getting my wallet. And I’m not telling Hannah. She’ll get in his face, and he wants to prove I’m scared of him. That I am not man enough for her.”

She worried at her lip, her grip on my arm not lessening. “I don’t like this, Chase.”

I patted her hand. “It’s okay, Charly. I’ll keep my eyes open for the bastard now. He’ll get tired of badgering me. Maybe he’ll find someone else he’s interested in and forget about me.”

“I’m telling Maxx.”

“No.”

“Telling Maxx what?”

I groaned as Maxx walked in, looking between us. He frowned and shut the door. “Whatever it is you’ve said that has upset my wife, Chase, you are going to tell me. Now.”

His tone brooked no argument.

I repeated my story to Maxx. He was silent for a moment, then nodded.

“I think he should report him,” Charly said to him.

“I think, for now, Chase is right. Leave it alone.”

“But—”

He held up his hand. “Listen first, Red.”

She huffed, and I had to hide my smile.

“If Chase was speeding, however little, it was the asshole’s right to pull him over. And Chase is right, he can argue Chase was reaching for something and, for his own safety, he drew his gun.” He faced me. “Pay the fine and be done with it. Do not give him more ammo to come after you. No more road trips for a while without someone with you, Chase. Nothing. No bank runs, errands, even lunch. And watch your back. I’ve got some friends in the station, and I’ll quietly ask about him. I don’t think he’s been here long.”

“Hannah said about a year.”

“Okay, he is pretty low in the pecking order, then. If you are suspicious of anything or he tries anything else, we go to his superior. Just don’t give him any reason to. Including walking across the damn street like everyone else does. I agree he is doing this to be a prick, but we still have to be careful.” He paused. “I do agree with Charly. Tell Hannah.”

“I don’t want to upset her.”

“She’ll be more upset when she finds out—which she will, Chase. They always do.” He looked at Charly with a smile. “Right?”

“Absolutely. Holy moly, Maxx, you’re actually learning.”

He laughed and I joined in. Maxx adored his wife and told her everything. We all did. She only had to lift an eyebrow and put a hand on her hip, and we sang like canaries. It was a gift she possessed. There was no hiding anything from her.