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Mack drops his head, then raises it.

“Yeah.”

I grab the front of his jacket and pull him in before either of us can make the moment worse. His hand catches my upper arm.

“Shoulder.”

“I know where it is.”

“You act like you don’t.”

“Shut up.”

He laughs against my temple, and I let him go.

He starts toward his truck.

I watch him get three steps away before I turn toward the building.

“Colt.”

I keep walking.

“Seriously?”

I turn around.

Mack has both hands spread. “You’re going up there right now.”

“Looks that way.”

“You have an agent for this.”

“She hasn’t called either.”

“That’s not permission to kick Silas’s door in.”

“I’m not kicking anything.”

“That sentence has never made me feel better.”

“Good night, Mack.”

He stares at me, then points toward the building. “Try not to get traded before dinner.”

“That would require somebody making a decision.”

His expression changes.

Mine probably does too.

I turn before either of us says anything else.

Silas’s assistant looks up when the elevator opens.

“Colt.”

“Hey, Denise.”