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“You, out!” She turned toward Marcas and pointed to the door.
He narrowed his gray eyes on her. Gray eyes that reminded her of the deepest steel. She lifted an eyebrow, not afraid of him either. She was used to her brother and his alpha ways and hard attitude. She didn’t know what it was about men and their alpha ways, but not here. She ran the emergency room.
A whistle echoed behind her.
“I think she means business, Sergeant. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she could take us both on.” Dec gave a quiet chuckle.
Marcas’s eyes flickered to Dec first before settling back on her. As if deciding whether or not he could trust his man or her, he must have come to a final conclusion that she could handle his team member, as his head jerked in a nod.
“If he gives you any trouble, holler,” Marcas said before disappearing from the room.
She turned back to Dec and blew out a deep breath. Her heart was racing, and she willed it to slow down. Marcas MacArthur dressed in his tactical uniform just gave her more ammunition for her dirty fantasies.
“You, shirt off,” she ordered so that she could do her job.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Mac made his way back to the waiting room. He knew that the whole team would want a report on Declan. Silence fell on the room as all eyes turned on him.
“How is he?” Zain asked.
“He’s good. Causing trouble for the nurses, but he’ll be fine,” he announced.
“Why didn’t you straighten him out?” Iker asked, a smirk on his face.
They all knew Mac never bit his tongue and was the alpha of the team.
“The nurse kicked me out,” he admitted, scratching the back of his head.
All eyebrows rose at his admission. He caught the surprised looks that passed between team members.
“I would love to meet the woman who kicked Mac out of the room.” Brodie chuckled.
His team relaxed back in their chairs as they realized Declan would be okay. The minute Mac had watched his friend fall to the ground after a target had jumped out of hiding and took a shot at him, he’d lost it.
Mac, usually calm and collected, was trained for these potential situations. Declan was like a brother to him. They had been to Hell and back in the Navy. Mac had easily aimed his weapon at the shooter and pulled his trigger, putting him down.
“If you must know, it’s my neighbor, Sarena.” He moved to stand against the wall to wait with the rest of his team.
“A woman after my own heart.” Brodie groaned, collapsing his hand across his heart.
Mac bit back a scowl as he watched his team smile and crack jokes, the fear for losing a member dispersing. Soon they would have to go and debrief with the commander. Since there were fatalities in this situation, they would have to answer to their higher-ups.
He kept an eye on the door, thinking of the way Sarena had handled Declan. He was truly impressed that she hadn’t backed down from his friend, who he knew could be an ass. Hell, Declan was known to be a damn bulldog, and she hadn’t even flinched. He’d seen the respect in his friend’s eyes. Declan even had the nerve to give him a nod of approval when she’d turned her attention to him.
He’d seen the flicker of recognition in her eyes when she had looked to him. Her tiny figure had him ready to slam his old friend on the damn gurney just so she could get what she wanted.
His cock thickened at the memory of her in her nursing scrubs.
He wanted her.
The scrubs fit her just right. There was no hiding her curves. Her height put the top of her head to just below his chin. She was the perfect size for him. He imagined bringing her into his arms and instantly had to push that fantasy from his mind.
No need to have an erection in a room full of his men and his gear still on. He cleared his throat and willed his cock to soften, but it had a mind of its own. It wanted to feel the slick tightness of Sarena’s pussy gripping it.
His phone rang, and he released a curse. He pulled it from his pocket, seeing his captain’s name flash across the glass screen.
“Mac,” he answered. He could feel the eyes of his team on him.
The room grew silent as he took the call.
“How’s Declan doing?” Captain Donald Spook’s deep baritone voice came through.
“He’s doing fine, sir,” Mac reported. “Bullet hit his vest. He’ll have one hell of a bruise but should be fine.”
“Good. See to Declan and then get your asses down here for debriefing.”
“Yes, sir.”
