Grayson

Chapter Nine

Emma~

"Did you do that to your mirror?" Emma asked, noticing the open cut on Kincaid's knuckles.

"Maybe."

"Let me see."

She held out her hand with little to no reaction from her brother until he finally sighed and relented, plopping his hand into hers forcefully.

"See? Not even worth a stitch."

He probably could have used two or three stitches in his hand, but Emma knew better than to insist on it. Kincaid was bound and determined to oppose every suggestion and every stance she took at the moment.

"Fine...what's all that in the back seat?"

Kincaid looked over his shoulder for a split second before shifting his eyes back to the road.

"Nothing."

"Sure doesn't look like nothing."

The muscles in Kincaid's jaw tightened and his knuckles wrapped around the steering wheel a little tighter.

"Leave it alone Emma." It was a warning, but Emma had no intention of yielding to it.

"Would you?" She asked harshly.

"Would I what?"

"Would you leave it alone if I acted the way you just did?"

Taking in a deep breath, Kincaid was visibly trying and failing to calm himself down.

"I was pissed because you didn't show when you were supposed to."

Emma shook her head and turned in her seat, not buying that excuse for one second.

"The Kincaid I know would have been irritated at first but once he saw that we were safe and sound at a fun bar all because of Charlie's big puppy dog eyes and insatiable need to party, he would have laughed and joined us."

The car was silent as Kincaid processed his sisters words, knowing they were true but refusing to admit it.

"But you didn't. You tried to fight your teammates, your own family. I saw straight through that protective brother bullshit tonight. You've got something serious going on, I can see it in your eyes and I'm not going to let it go."

The car was silent and Emma could see Kincaid internally wrestling with himself.

"I almost lost my job tonight Emma."

The words caused Emma's eyes to go wide and her combative tone to soften.

"What? Why?" She was almost afraid to ask.

"Broke protocol for some personal shit."

That's not like you.

"What kind of personal shit?"

"I don't want to talk about this Emma."

"I don't really care." She sassed.

Kincaid gripped the steering wheel and clenched his jaw in an act of defiance.

"Fine." Emma reached back and snatched a file from the messy stack in the back seat of Kincaid's truck.

"Stop. Put those back." Kincaid ordered loudly as she started thumbing through files.

Having no clue what she was looking for, Emma pretended to scan each document as Kincaid tried to grab them out of her hands.

"That's not even the right file dammit, that shits confidential, Emma."