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She raised a brow.
He took a deep breath. He didn’t really want to get fired, did he? “I’m fine with talking about the job. I do not want to talk about my personal life.”
“Then avoid her questions. You’re great at that.” She turned to walk away.
“Captain, I?—”
She looked exasperated when she turned to face him. “This comes from the chief. We need you to look good on there. We want you to be the hero, not Andreas, no matter what he did for a few girls.”
Gray didn’t want to be a hero. He wanted to do his job and be left alone. “I really don’t have a choice here, do I?”
She shook her head. “Trust me, our PR people picked the best of the interview options.”
He thought about how human-interest reporter Mindy Walker giggled through every segment on WKLK and shuddered. He’d hate to imagine what the much-worse options were. “Fine. I’ll be there.”
“Good, I look forward to seeing the piece.”
He made a fist to keep from flipping her off.
He texted Mason and Jack to let them know about the hell he was being forced into.
Poor baby. Mason texted back.
Don’t you dare show this at Nathan’s.
LOL! Everyone will want to you see you all dressed up and heroic.
Gray growled. Is there a fuck-off emoji?
Later, after finally getting some quality time with the TV and a gallon of ice cream, Gray grabbed his coat to head to Toby’s birthday party. He didn’t want to go. He wanted to stay home and fuck Jack and Mason until he could forget about the interview coming up the next day, but he knew they were expecting him to show up.
The road in front of Bryce, Matt, and Toby’s house was crowded with cars. So much for his hope that this would be a small party.
Mason was walking toward the house as Gray pulled into a spot on a side street. Gray waved him toward the car, and he slid into the passenger seat. “What would I have to promise you to lure you back home?”
“Jack already warned me you might try to get out of this.”
Gray huffed. “How did he know?”
“You’re all worked up about the interview, and when do you ever want to go to parties?”
“We could go home, and I could fulfill your very special request.” Gray pitched his voice low and gravelly, the way he knew Mason liked it.
Mason looked away, as if having to work to resist him. “You’re not fisting me tonight.”
“Are you so sure?”
“We’re saving it for our trip to the cabin, remember?”
That was a much better plan, but Gray was desperate. “I’m more than ready.”
Mason glared at him. “It’s Toby’s birthday, and we’re not going to miss it.”
“I do not want to talk about Whittaker.”
“Then don’t.”
Gray sighed. “I also don’t want to spend the evening dodging questions. I’ll have to do enough of that tomorrow.”
