Maybe God was thinking that if they got married, that’d change the rules for the department. That’s stupid. Day knew he was grasping at straws. If the man thought that, he wouldn’t’ve said yes.
“Why don’t you just tell him how you’re feeling, Day?” Syn said, sitting up higher, his concerned eyes turning darker than midnight.
Syn didn’t like discord amongst the team, especially between the bosses. God and Day’s synchronicity was integral to their successes. As the sergeant, the third in command – not only was he a skilled negotiator and interrogator – it was Syn’s job to ensure everyone was doing their jobs. He took this responsibility seriously. There was very little Syn didn’t know regarding everyone’s life, and Day seemed to be Syn’s number one concern ninety percent of the time. It wasn’t a surprise. Day had been the one to find Syn in Philadelphia and recruit him. His intelligence and compassion rivaled Day’s own.
“I’ve asked him to talk too many times already, Syn. I tried to talk about it over dinner. Next thing I knew, God started eating faster than a soldier in boot camp. I tried to talk to him in bed. He started staying up later than me or accidentally falling asleep downstairs. I tried while on our down time and he’d fuckin’ make an excuse to get busy. I can’t…” Day ran his fingers through his light brown hair, not caring how much of it stood up on his head. “I’m starting to think he only said yes because he didn’t want to humiliate me in front of the guys. That he doesn’t want to marry anyone… marry me.”
“That’s not true. God doesn’t do or say anything he doesn’t mean,” Ro chimed in, coming around to Day and rubbing his shoulders in one of his amazing massage techniques. Ronowski – Ro was his first officer, outranking the other detectives. Ro was God and Day’s point man and strategist, he had a master’s in psychology and was often sought out by other departments to help plan seizes.
The sexy man had been a major thorn in Day’s side when he was in the closet, but when he came out he became the amazing man he was meant to be. He was an outstanding detective and deadly with a shotgun – his weapon of choice.
Day was sure Ro hated seeing him so defeated and frustrated, used to Day being a comedian, the life of the party. He was going to have to get out of this funk. It was affecting all of them and he didn’t want the men worrying about it, causing them to lose focus in the field, which could lead to accidents. He couldn’t let that happen. Perhaps he’d just have to be happy with being engaged, even if it ended up being the longest engagement in history.
“It’s alright, Ro. I’ll talk to him. I promise,” Day tried to reassure the handsome man. Ro had a special connection with his lieutenants. Things had changed after God and Day got engaged, but he knew Ro loved them deeply and didn’t want to see anything happen to his and God’s relationship. Day would fix this soon enough. For now, he needed to focus on their case.
Ro patted him on the back and took the binoculars from Day’s lap, going back to the window. He stood there staring for about ten minutes, all of them silent until Ro asked, “Syn, give me a twenty on the Enforcers.”
“Ruxs and Green are asking some questions at that night club on Donald Lee. Might be done by now, though. God told them to stick close by in case we needed them. They’re probably five minutes away… why?”
Ro turned to face them, his blue eyes wide and serious. “We finally got some activity, boys. Looks like our informant actually came through this time. We got six black Escalades circling around the property.”
Day and Syn were both on their feet, inching open the curtain on the other side of the window. “That’s an awful lot of vehicles. I’m sure our rat said that a couple of Artist’s head guys were coming to meet about where the shipment would arrive.”
“He did,” Syn gritted out, pulling up the audio on their laptop to listen in. The bugs had been planted three weeks ago and had remained silent since then. “All this would be happening on my watch shift.”
“Yeah, this never happens to Michaels and God.” Day smirked. “You got the video rolling, Ro?”
“Of course,” Ro whispered, holding the binoculars as steady as a doctor holds his scalpel.
Day reached in his jeans pocket and pulled out his micro-earpiece and shoved it in his ear. “Tech.”
“I’m here,” the calm voice answered. Detective Murphy was their technology genius. A hacker from MIT who’d been popped for infiltrating the Pentagon’s security software to find his missing brother in Afghanistan. Day got time shaved off his sentence and immediately recruited him. There wasn’t a thing the man couldn’t do from behind his nine monitors. He was the team’s communications hub. Anything they needed – whether emergency or not – went through him.