Hungry Like the Wolf(13)

“I make decisions about pack affairs with the head above my shoulders, not the one below my belt,” he said to Mike. “If I think it’s a good idea we keep Ms. Stone close, it’s because it’s best for the Pack, not because she smells good.”

Mike shrugged. “Just checking. If you’re not interested in her that way, maybe I’ll look at her Facebook page—see if she’s available.”

Mike might have sounded casual, but he was still testing him. He wanted to know if Mackenzie’s pheromones were making Gage think with his dick instead of his head.

“You could do that,” Gage said. “But I wouldn’t if I were you.”

Mike tensed, as if bracing for a fight. Beside him, Xander did the same.

“Why’s that?” Mike asked.

“Because I don’t think she’s that into you,” Gage told him. “I mean, you’re not very attractive and you sweat…a lot. Women find that gross.”

Mike stared at him, speechless for once.

Xander laughed and slapped Mike on the shoulder. “Dude, I’ve told you that sweating thing was going to ruin your love life. Now even the boss man has noticed. You need to get that looked at.”

Mike scowled at him, his brows drawing together to make his already chiseled features look extra fierce. “I don’t have a sweating problem, you jackass. I’m wearing thirty-five pounds of Kevlar on a hot Texas day. Of course I’m going to sweat.”

“I’m not sweating,” Xander pointed out.

“That’s because you haven’t hit puberty yet,” Mike retorted. “But just wait, in another year or two, it will happen—I promise.”

Gage chuckled as his squad leaders unloaded their weapons and put away their gear. Another tense situation defused—and he didn’t mean the one with the hostages. Keeping his pack of alpha werewolves under control was just as much a part of his job as figuring out when to green-light an operation or determining the best way to enter a building full of armed thugs. In some ways it was the toughest part of the job. Because nobody wanted to have a bunch of out-of-control SWAT types running around town, especially when they also happened to be werewolves.

Yeah, they were a pain in the ass sometimes. But at the end of the day, they were his pack and he wouldn’t want it any other way.

***

“What the hell’s going on, Vince?” Gage asked as the Internal Affairs officer ran down the same list of questions for the third time.

After dropping Mike off at the compound, he and Xander had come to police headquarters for what was supposed to be a quick debriefing on what had obviously been a clean shooting. But they had already been here for almost two hours.

The gray-haired man looked at him over the top of his glasses. “Just being thorough, Gage.”

That was a crock of shit. It was standard procedure in an officer-involved shooting to talk to both the cop who’d done the shooting and his supervisor on the scene, but if this was just about being thorough, Internal Affairs wouldn’t have put him and Xander in separate rooms for questioning.

“You already have a statement from the woman Xander saved,” Gage pointed out. “She corroborated what he said—that the gunman was in the process of pulling the trigger on her. According to the other hostages in the E-Brand building and the employees at the bank they robbed, the guy had been coked up to all hell. Even his own crew admitted he hadn’t been in control. How much more thorough do you need to be?”

“Just work with me on this, okay?” Vince sighed. “Trust me. We have our reasons.”

Trust and Internal Affairs normally didn’t go together, but it wasn’t as if Gage had much of a choice. Unless he wanted to call in a union   rep and really make a mess of this situation. Which he didn’t.

So, Gage leaned back in his chair and answered Vince Coletti’s questions again. God, he hoped Xander was keeping his cool in the other room. His senior squad leader was smart and had been in these shooting reviews before, so he knew what to say—and more importantly, what not to say. If the questioning seemed like it was heading in a bad direction, he was savvy enough to ask for his union   rep. But Xander also had a short fuse sometimes. If IA got in his face, he might tell them to pound sand.

“Okay, I think we’re good,” Vince said after the fourth rehash of his story. “We’re going to need to talk to Corporal Riggs for a little while longer, though.”

Gage stared at the man. “Seriously?”

Vince gave him what was probably supposed to be a placating smile. “Don’t worry. I’ll have patrol give him a ride out to the compound.”