“Much better, people,” Kade called from his tower. “Except for you, Chief. You daydreaming over there?”
Tristan blinked, then scowled at Skye when she snorted. When he was satisfied she’d seen his scowl, he turned it on his asswipe brother. “No, I am not. I was observing.”
“Uh-huh,” Kade said, the laughter in his voice downright annoying. “That’s enough training for today, people. You did good. Trade your paintball guns for real ones and let’s annihilate some targets.”
When they’d built their fake town, they’d included a changing room with lockers for their weapons. Because Tristan had one female officer and hoped to have more eventually, they’d added a wall between the two dressing rooms, giving any women training with them privacy. Skye and Vee, his officer, disappeared behind the wall. Tristan tried not to imagine Skye peeling off her paint-splattered T-shirt. He failed.
“She’s really gotten under your skin, brother,” Kade said, coming up next to him.
Tristan didn’t have to ask who she was. “You’re seeing things that aren’t there.”
“Right, keep on lying to yourself.”
He glared at his brother, then stomped away. If he wanted to lie to himself, that was his business. He was halfway to his car when he realized Fuzz wasn’t following. His dog was in love with Skye and would jump ship to the sheriff’s department given half a chance. Tristan gave a sharp whistle, and a minute later, the German shepherd trotted his way.
“I know she’s pretty, but you need to remember who feeds you, bud.” Not that he blamed Fuzz for his fascination with the sheriff. At all.