Page 50 of Nixon’s Promise

The phone in his hand rang pulling him from his thoughts of the night before.

“Swagger.”

“You got an answer?” Alec asked by way of greeting.

“I was just getting ready to call you. When can we meet?”

“This afternoon?”

Hell no. Nix had plans with a very pretty, sexy as all get out, brown-haired woman. Work would have to wait.

“Got shit to do today. Tomorrow.”

Alec sighed then continued, “Got a team in place?”

Pushy bastard.

“Yep. Holden, Jameson, Chasin, and Weston should be here by this evening.”

“Damn good men you put together.”

Nixon wasn’t fucking around. There were a handful of men he trusted, and Holden, Jameson, Chasin, and Weston were on the top of that list.

“The best,” he answered. “Bring the contract and the intel. If you think this is going down soon, we’re already behind the eight ball. Rushed work is shit work, so the sooner we get a plan in place the better.”

“Swagger and his plans. I’ll be there first thing, around eight.”

“Eight? Boy, civie life’s made you soft. Eight AM is midday.”

“Bitch, I have a two-hour drive, maybe three with traffic. Midday my ass. Besides, that sweet piece you got, if I were you, I wouldn’t be rollin’ outta bed by eight.”

“Asshole. And don’t call my woman a piece of ass again unless you’d like my foot up your ass.”

“Damn. Touchy. All right. I feel you.” Alec chuckled, then lost his humor when he started again. “Glad you’re on board. Can’t think of anyone else I’d want to run this op.”

“Like you were worried. You knew I’d take it.”

“I did. But I’m glad all the same.”

That was high praise coming from a man like Alec.

“Right. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Copy that.”

Nixon rang off, grabbed the keys to his truck, and jogged out his front door.

It was lunch time and Nix hoped McKenna was ready to take an extended break.

He’d barely turned out of his dirt lane when a familiar sheriff’s SUV pulled up behind him. Sheriff Dirt Dog Dillinger was riding his ass. He’d wondered what the man thought when his son had shown up to work with a broken nose and a black eye.

If no one had come banging on his door to haul him away in cuffs, he figured Deputy Dillinger hadn’t shared, and if the other man had complained to his father, the sheriff was smart enough to know his son would be the one fucked if Nixon was brought to the station.

Regardless of what Dick told him about the age of consent, that rule did not apply for him, seeing as he was an officer of the law. The court tended to frown upon people taking advantage of their positions of power. Especially when a seventeen-year-old girl was involved.

Nixon flipped his blinker on and slowed, right before McKenna’s driveway. He figured now was going to be when he saw the flashing lights, but they never came. He made his turn and the sheriff blew by him.

Fucking asshole.