Not Just Friends (Hot in the City #3) - T. Gephart Page 0,82
they needed so I could pull on my turnouts and leave with the rest of my team.
It had been a shop fire, Mack riding shotgun on account North was still out. He’d made some bullshit excuse that he couldn’t find cover but deep down I think he missed it and wanted back in. Can’t say it’s something I could walk away from, but the chief was a different man.
We’d partnered up, sent into the basement on a rescue or recovery. It had been an intense few minutes, but we’d located the guy, Chief showing he still had what it took as he hauled him out without an assist needed by me.
After we’d gotten the patient to the EMTs, Cap ordered us back on lines. Nothing could be done to save the structure, letting the fire and water fight its way to conclusion until we were finally standing in front of the rubble.
It had been at least a couple of hours, and any hope that Presley was still going to be waiting was gone. She would be at Diablo in that dress, and I’d have to do my best not to jerk off in the shower. We were definitely having wake up sex the minute I got to her apartment, my dick hardening in my uniform just at the thought of it.
And surprise, surprise, when we got back not only was Presley MIA but Hayden as well. Tibbs grinned as he checked his phone and saw his sister had taken Chief’s woman to the club with her.
“Poor Hayden,” Tibbs laughed. “I think I’d rather have an interrogation from Shapiro than one from Presley. Chief is gonna be pissed.”
“Well then, you should go tell him, better he hears it sooner than later.” I grinned, liking the idea of a Presley interrogation probably a little too much for my own good.
Not that she would have to try too hard, all she’d have to do is look at me with those eyes and I’d agree to anything.
Tibbs left to go find the chief while I grabbed my phone and hoped to find a message of my own. She hadn’t disappointed me, unable to contain my grin as I opened it.
Thinking about you and can’t wait until tomorrow morning. Love P xx
She wasn’t the only one, the countdown to the end of my shift happening as I sent my reply.
I’m considering getting paperwork from Chief and sneaking out to see you early. Not sure I can wait. Love you more xx
I shoved the phone back into my pocket, grinning like an idiot as I heard the chief yell. And not just the regular kind of yelling when one of us pissed him off or something. It was different, a roar that would make a wild animal back the hell off.
Without even thinking I ran to Mack’s office, Tibbs busting through the door just as I joined him.
“You okay, Chief?” Tibbs asked, followed by my, “We heard you yell.”
“What the hell did your fucking sister say?” Chief blasted, looking angrier than we’d ever seen him. “You get Presley on the phone right now!”
Presley?
I looked over at Tibbs wondering if he had any idea on what she had to do with Mack’s combustion, but he looked as clueless as I did.
“What’s going on?”
“Hayden sent me a message.” He looked down at his phone, shaking his head. “It’s just. . . she’s. . . said she was done.”
“What?” I coughed out in disbelief thinking it had to be a mistake. “You sure you didn’t read it wrong?”
“Did I read it wrong?” He barked out a humorless laugh as his jaw tightened. “You tell me.” He tossed me the phone, letting me read it myself.
Mack,
It’s over between us. We clearly want different things and if we continue, someone is bound to get hurt. Please, don’t try and call me, I won’t answer. Trust me, this is for the best. Goodbye.
Hayden
I could feel Tibbs behind me, his eyes reading the same thing I was. “Chief, this has to be a mistake. She doesn’t seem like—”
“Get your sister on the phone now.” The words strangled by his clenched jaw. “She was probably the last person who spoke to her, and I want to fucking know what the hell was said.”
Deciding to do what Mack asked, Tibbs dialed Presley while I handed Chief back his phone. I had no idea what was going on, but there was no way Presley could be involved. She loved Mack like all of us did, and