Ask Me If I Care (SWAT Generation 2.0 4)

Bailey, on the other hand, didn’t take his eyes off of where I was standing close with Ares.

“You know,” Ares said softly. “He’s going to remember this. And he’s going to make it a point to check into this. He’s never really liked me.” She sighed. “And then he’ll fire me. Or find a way to get me fired.”

I looked down at her with a grin. “Then we’ll just have to make it look real, won’t we?”

Her brows rose. “And how do we do that?”

I pulled her in close, once again pushing my body into hers.

Her eyes flicked to Bailey who was still staring, then back to me.

“I don’t fake relationships,” she said tiredly.

I winked at her. “Who said anything about it being fake?”Chapter 6If you can read this. My invisibility cloak isn’t working.

-T-shirt

Ares

Unknown number: come by the station. We have some things to discuss with a few other people. Still NOT wanting fake.

The last thing that I wanted to do was go by the police station on the way home. To say that the day was slow after the boys had left would be an understatement. It was so slow that I started counting the ceiling tiles.

Shortly after two that afternoon, Hayes had texted me to tell me to meet him at the station once I was done at the school. He wanted to talk to me and a few other people.

At least, I assumed it was Hayes.

A few other people, I assumed, included Toomey seeing as he’d barreled out of the school like his ass was on fire earlier, and didn’t give a shit that he was supposed to be helping with the school traffic.

Sadly, with Toomey being there, word would eventually get back to Principal Bailey, and then I’d be fired.

I might as well look for a new job now.

Which would suck because then I’d have to move. And I loved living in my hometown.

I had a nice place—though it could use some more security according to my father—and it was close to the mall, a grocery store, and the school that I worked at.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I wasn’t paying attention to what I was doing or who I was parking next to as I got out of my car. Though, I did notice a certain someone by the front of the police station, arms crossed, waiting.

When a man came from behind me and wrapped his arms so securely around me that I couldn’t move, I screamed. When I went to headbutt the person in the face that had his arms around me, his dark chuckle and glee was apparent in the way that he laughed as I missed my target.

Every officer within screaming distance whipped their heads around to ascertain what had set me off.

But before they could even take a step in my direction, Lock was letting me go with a laugh.

“Sorry, sorry.” He chuckled. “I couldn’t resist.”

I narrowed my eyes and whipped my arm out, hitting him in the nipple.

“Owww!” he whined, rubbing his chest. “What the hell, Ares?”

His high-pitched, annoying whine had me sneering at him.

“Don’t be a little bitch,” I snarled. “You totally deserve that and you know it.”

Lock’s grin slid off his face when he got a look at something over my shoulder.

I turned to find Hayes standing there, looking completely blank.

It was not a good look for him.

In fact, he looked downright scary.

He held his hand out to me, and I found myself stepping toward him without much thought at all as to how it may appear to my brother.

The moment that I got close enough, he pulled me into his body and curved his arm around my waist.

My heart started to jackhammer out of my chest at the feeling of his hard body once again touching mine.

“What the fuck, man?” Lock said, seeing the move. “I’d never hurt my sister.”

That was when I realized that I’d totally just chosen Hayes over my brother.

I smothered a smile and narrowed my eyes at him.

But it was Hayes who spoke.

“She screamed,” he rumbled, sending shivers down my spine. “Didn’t much think or care if you were her brother or not. I know screams, and that one she did wasn’t one that I’d ever ignore.”

Hayes did have a point.

When I’d screamed, it wasn’t because I was happy I’d seen my brother, that was for sure.

It’d been a for real, who the fuck is grabbing me, kind of scream.

“Let’s get inside,” my brother muttered, his eyes still on the two of us. “I have to get home to help Saylor out, but Dad said that you had a problem at school today. And that y’all were meeting about it after school.”

I nodded my head just as Hayes stepped away from me.

Him physically stopping contact with my body had me feeling like I’d lost something I needed to survive.