you've been doing the past couple of days? Dammit girl, you could have gotten yourself shot or raped and if that weren't bad enough, you have to go running into a burning building the next day. Dillon was being nice by just sending me."
She sighed. “You know, I have a mother and a father, alive and well, living in Texas. I really don't need Dillon Hunter intruding any more in my life than he already has.” She dragged a hand through her short curls in frustration.
"I understand but you have to understand my position...” he began.
"I know, I screwed up, I almost got killed, and someone needs to be my keeper."
"No, Dillon's my boss,” he said quickly. “If I didn't come here and ream you a new one, I'd never have heard the end of it."
Mackenzie burst out laughing at the disgruntled sound of Brett's voice. “Oh poor baby, you've got it so hard. You're so lucky you didn't have to grow up around him. I think I was the only senior in high school that had to get her cousin's permission to go to the prom."
"Hunter!"
Both Mackenzie and Brett lifted their heads, staring over at Ron as he came out of his office. “What?” Kenzie shouted back.
"Where's my story?"
"Don't get your shorts in a bunch, I'm just finishing it up.” Kenzie chuckled as Ron's face turned red.
"Listen you, who do you think gave you a start in this business,” he growled, working himself up to a major fit.
"You did, Ron. I'm ever so grateful. The story is almost done, I just got a bit sidetracked here,” she said, waving at Brett.
"Keep your dates for your own time, Hunter. You're on my dime now.” Ron turned around, slamming his office door so that the glass panes rattled.
"Yes, Ron,” Kenzie quipped, rolling her eyes.
"I guess I should get out of here and let you get to work.” He reached down and picked up the small roll bag and briefcase he'd brought with him. “I thought maybe we could do dinner tonight, I could tell Dillon that I straightened your butt out with a few well placed words and that he can go back to driving Rylie nuts."
"Oh, shit, Brett. I wish you'd called. I have a date tonight.” She knew she'd said the wrong thing as soon as the words came out of her mouth.
"You have a date? Is it anyone we know?"
"How could it be someone you know? Do you have a lot of friends in Monroe City?” she asked, trying to take the spotlight off of her and put it back on him.
"Nice try. Who are you going out with?"
"He's a cop,” Kenzie finally said, refusing to elaborate further.
"What is it that this family has for cops? Shanna and Dillon and now you? At least Aaron married a doctor!"
"I'm sure we could find a meter maid who might take pity on you,” she said, reaching up and patting his cheek. “I mean, you're such a cute boy and all."
"Thanks, but no,” Brett negated wryly. “I appreciate the thought."
"Good, now get out of here so I can work. When are you leaving?"
"God, get out, when are you leaving? I'm beginning to feel a little on the unloved side here. Maybe I should call Dillon and tell him that this might take some of his own personal touches to make you see sense? What do you think?” Brett smiled evilly, winking at her.
"I think I'd nail your balls to a wall and then find me the biggest Pitt Bull I could...” she trailed off, her eyes going to the elevator where Hawk was just stepping out. But it was a much different Hawk than what she was used to seeing. Instead of neatly dressed and clean, Hawk was dressed in old jeans that were torn and dirty, a grungy bandana tied over his hair. He hadn't shaved, his chin and cheeks still covered with a couple days growth of whiskers. His flannel shirt was old, thrown over an old tee shirt spouting the fame of an eighties rock band.
"Do you know him, cousin?” Brett asked, seeing who she was looking at.
"Yeah,” Kenzie said, miserably aware of the phone call that Brett would be making. “He's my date for tonight."
Brett's eyes widened, going back to Hawk and
She sighed. “You know, I have a mother and a father, alive and well, living in Texas. I really don't need Dillon Hunter intruding any more in my life than he already has.” She dragged a hand through her short curls in frustration.
"I understand but you have to understand my position...” he began.
"I know, I screwed up, I almost got killed, and someone needs to be my keeper."
"No, Dillon's my boss,” he said quickly. “If I didn't come here and ream you a new one, I'd never have heard the end of it."
Mackenzie burst out laughing at the disgruntled sound of Brett's voice. “Oh poor baby, you've got it so hard. You're so lucky you didn't have to grow up around him. I think I was the only senior in high school that had to get her cousin's permission to go to the prom."
"Hunter!"
Both Mackenzie and Brett lifted their heads, staring over at Ron as he came out of his office. “What?” Kenzie shouted back.
"Where's my story?"
"Don't get your shorts in a bunch, I'm just finishing it up.” Kenzie chuckled as Ron's face turned red.
"Listen you, who do you think gave you a start in this business,” he growled, working himself up to a major fit.
"You did, Ron. I'm ever so grateful. The story is almost done, I just got a bit sidetracked here,” she said, waving at Brett.
"Keep your dates for your own time, Hunter. You're on my dime now.” Ron turned around, slamming his office door so that the glass panes rattled.
"Yes, Ron,” Kenzie quipped, rolling her eyes.
"I guess I should get out of here and let you get to work.” He reached down and picked up the small roll bag and briefcase he'd brought with him. “I thought maybe we could do dinner tonight, I could tell Dillon that I straightened your butt out with a few well placed words and that he can go back to driving Rylie nuts."
"Oh, shit, Brett. I wish you'd called. I have a date tonight.” She knew she'd said the wrong thing as soon as the words came out of her mouth.
"You have a date? Is it anyone we know?"
"How could it be someone you know? Do you have a lot of friends in Monroe City?” she asked, trying to take the spotlight off of her and put it back on him.
"Nice try. Who are you going out with?"
"He's a cop,” Kenzie finally said, refusing to elaborate further.
"What is it that this family has for cops? Shanna and Dillon and now you? At least Aaron married a doctor!"
"I'm sure we could find a meter maid who might take pity on you,” she said, reaching up and patting his cheek. “I mean, you're such a cute boy and all."
"Thanks, but no,” Brett negated wryly. “I appreciate the thought."
"Good, now get out of here so I can work. When are you leaving?"
"God, get out, when are you leaving? I'm beginning to feel a little on the unloved side here. Maybe I should call Dillon and tell him that this might take some of his own personal touches to make you see sense? What do you think?” Brett smiled evilly, winking at her.
"I think I'd nail your balls to a wall and then find me the biggest Pitt Bull I could...” she trailed off, her eyes going to the elevator where Hawk was just stepping out. But it was a much different Hawk than what she was used to seeing. Instead of neatly dressed and clean, Hawk was dressed in old jeans that were torn and dirty, a grungy bandana tied over his hair. He hadn't shaved, his chin and cheeks still covered with a couple days growth of whiskers. His flannel shirt was old, thrown over an old tee shirt spouting the fame of an eighties rock band.
"Do you know him, cousin?” Brett asked, seeing who she was looking at.
"Yeah,” Kenzie said, miserably aware of the phone call that Brett would be making. “He's my date for tonight."
Brett's eyes widened, going back to Hawk and
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