The gold-blazed emblem is a dead giveaway.
The four of us exchange a look, coming to the same conclusion.
“Fuckin’ A, Hayes Security poached you.”
Boyd remains stoic.
“Private security comes with its own red tape. But working with James Hayes comes with a different set of rules,” Major states.
“He sure as hell pays a fuck load of money,” Ace throws in.
“James’ team is top-notch,” Ford remarks.
“You guys would know, considering your experience.” Boyd breaks his silent stare-down.
“When is this happening?” I mentally roll through his possible replacements.
“No decisions made yet. There are some loose ends here. You four specifically.” He digs through his desk and tosses a folder our way. “You cocky asses came in here with your mind already focused on the next steps.”
I don’t have to see what is in the folder to know it’s our SWAT recommendations.
We fast-tracked through the academy process and started at this station. A lot of people were pissed and doubted us.
We made our intentions clear early on that our goal was SWAT. There was no reason to dance around the inevitable.
Captain Boyd was less than impressed with our brazen declaration and let us know our asses were on the line.
He predicted we’d fuck up.
We came to an understanding.
He set expectations we kicked the shit out of.
Our injuries sidelined our original timeline, but we’re coming up on the application window.
He knows we go together. SWAT takes us all or nothing.
“Think of how awesome it will be on your record to have us accepted on the first try? Go ahead and plan that retirement party,” I suggest.
“Arrogant badass shits.” He chuckles lightly. “You four make the cut, then I decide on my next steps.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll make you look good.”
“Get out of here and get my reports done. I’m already paying overtime.”
“But we’re worth it.” I flutter my eyelashes and duck to dodge the pen he throws across the room.
We go to our desks, fire up our computers, and log into the interdepartmental application system.
The reports can fucking wait.
If it wasn’t so fuckingcute watching her pout as she stomps around the room, I’d throw her on the bed and fuck the attitude right out of her.
My cock twitches at the thought, and I adjust myself, watching her disappear into the bathroom.
Cabinet doors open and close, a clanking clinks on the counter, followed by a muffled, “Shit.”
I fight to hide my grin when she returns with an overnight bag.