“He’s not worth it,” Ash snapped.
“Let it go, big guy. Walk away,” Declan ordered. He pulled Myles backward.
“Reeves, leave! Now!” Mac positioned himself between the two of them.
Myles glared at Reeves from around Mac. His muscles were tensed, and his breaths were coming fast.
The son of a bitch was lucky.
Had his teammates not come out of the locker room when they had, Myles’s fist would be going upside his face.
“All of you can go fuck yourselves!” Reeves struggled against Cruz.
“Let’s go,” Cruz said. “You don’t want to be a part of their shitty team anyway.”
“What the fuck you say, Cruz?” Myles dove after him.
Ash and Declan tightened their hold on him.
“Get him out of here.” Mac pointed toward the front of the precinct.
Apparently having heard the commotion, a crowd stood at the end of the hall.
Cruz finally got Reeves to about face and walk away. Reeves continued to shout obscenities until he disappeared from sight.
Myles’s hands were balled into fists. It wasn’t until he didn’t see Reeves anymore that he turned his attention to Mac.
“I’m good.” He shook Ash and Declan off of him. He rubbed his face with a trembling hand. He needed to get out of there. He needed to burn off this adrenaline and energy.
“There’s nothing to see here.” Mac motioned for the curious bystanders to move. Once the last person was gone, he faced Myles. “Let’s go outside and get you some fresh air.”
Myles reached for his bag that had been kicked out of the way during the scuffle. He followed Mac through the doors he had originally been heading to. They walked into the parking lot toward where his truck was waiting. He opened the driver’s door and tossed his bag in.
“What the hell happened back there?” Ash asked. He tunneled his fingers through his hair before folding his arms in front of his chest and focusing on Myles.
“Reeves accused me of blowing his shot on SWAT.” Myles tried to remain calm. He took a few deep breaths and willed his heart to stop racing.
“You blew his shot?” Mac’s low voice cut through the air. “When did he ever have one?”
“Ya’ll already know my thoughts on him,” Declan drawled. Yeah, they all did. Declan didn’t make no qualms about his feeling for the beat cop. “I wished he would have run up on me.”
Myles nodded. Without a doubt, Declan would have whipped his ass. He’d been waiting for a reason to say something to Reeves.
“Why would he just go after you? It was a team decision,” Mac said. Always the voice of reason. “If he had a compliant, he could have come to me, or hell, even the captain.”
“Don’t know, don’t care.” Myles leaned back on his truck. At the moment, he didn’t give a rat’s ass. “But I will tell you one thing. If he runs up on me again, just move the fuck out of the way.”
“As much as I would love to see you beat the piss out of him, we can’t have blue fighting blue,” Mac stated.
Myles released a curse at Mac trying to be reasonable.
“He’s right. We’re up against enough as it is, we don’t need cop versus cop,” Declan chimed in.
“Well then, you go tell that to him!” Myles growled, pointing at the building. He pushed off the vehicle, anger still brimming in his chest.
Ash shifted his position and stood before Myles.
“Leave.” Ash motioned to the truck. “Go home. Go for a run or something to blow off steam.”
Myles blew out a frustrated breath and threw his hands up.
“Fine. I’m out of here.”
He grabbed the handle and swung open the door and got in his truck. He ignored Mac calling his name and hit the start button. The truck roared to life. He threw the car in drive and pulled out of his spot. He turned onto the street and hit the gas.
Roxxy rushed over to her nightstand. The sound of her phone ringing cut through the air.
She had a date tonight.
A virtual date.
With Myles.
She snatched her phone up and slid her finger across the screen. Fresh from the shower, she wanted to look her best after a day of riding. She didn’t want to appear as if she’d been out on the farm all day.
Myles’s face came on the screen, and Roxxy’s heart raced.
