Page 55 of Flint's Battle

CHAPTER 17

“You know,if you keep pouting like that, your face will get stuck, and then even Flint won’t want to kiss you.”

Emery eyed her brother as she sat in his office, willing the damn phone to ring. “Flint would kiss me no matter what.”

Jack shrugged. “I don’t know, sis. Even a guy like Flint has his limits and you’re approaching creepy doll sour.”

Emery laughed. “Shut up. I don’t look like a creepy doll, you ass.”

Jack grinned. “Much better.” He ambled over, resting his hip on his desk. “They’re going to be okay.”

“I know.” Though, saying it didn’t stop the traitorous roil of her stomach. Or the shivers that raced down her spine. “It’s just nearly one, and they haven’t called.”

“Dealers rarely keep bankers’ hours.”

“Still.” She sucked at her bottom lip. She hated waiting. Knowing that if any of the men got hurt, it was on her.

Jack sighed, moving over to sit beside her on the small sofa. “You know Flint’s faced far worse than this in the service, right?”

“Of course, I do but we all know any bullet can kill you. And there’s going to be a lot of them flying around, tonight. No way any of those guys are going down without a fight.”

Jack eyed her. “Wow. This isn’t just a promising relationship, is it? You really love the guy. Like, soul mate kind of love.”

“Soul mate kinda love? Seriously?”

“Hey, don’t knock it. I knew the moment I met Leia she was different. Hell, I would have asked her to marry me a month later if I hadn’t been worried everyone would think I’d gone mad. That’s what this is with Flint.”

“Relax. It’s not like we’re picking out china patterns.”

“But you would.”

Emery couldn’t stop from smiling. “Who needs china these days?”

“I honestly wasn’t sure you’d ever find a man who could take the punishment of living with you for the next fifty years.” Jack nudged her. “Flint might be the only guy on the planet who’s tough enough to go the distance. So, stop worrying. If he can handle you, he can handle a few mafia assholes.”

“You’re hilarious.”

“He’s a good man, Em. And I’m pretty damn sure he’s stupid in love with you, too, so he’s not going to let some gang banger cap his ass. Have some faith.”

“I have all the faith in Flint and his team. It’s everyone else I’m doubting.”

Jack pressed a hand to his chest. “Ouch. A fatal blow.”

“Seriously. You’re an ass.” She jumped when the alarm sounded through the station, shouts arising from outside Jack’s door. “Shit. You should go.”

Jack stood, smoothing his hands down his shirt. “I’m not on duty tonight. And I’m not leaving you alone.”

“Then, at least go and help get everyone out the door. I’ll stand at the back and be in sight the entire time.” Emery scoffed. “You’re the captain, which I still can’t believe. That they actually put you in charge. That’s just wild. Does the chief have a drug problem by chance? Alcohol, maybe?”

“And you being a detective is any more believable? Milligan lets you walk around armed.”

“You’re armed, too, jerk.”

“But I’m responsible. You’re liable to shoot some guy in the ass if he looks at you funny.”

Emery smiled at him. “I don’t have to do that, anymore. I’ve got Flint now.”

Jack chuckled, cursing when someone pounded on his door then ran off. “Swear you’ll stay in sight at all times, and you won’t try to ditch me.”

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