The deployment authorization was nearly complete.
“In fact,” he declared, slamming his fist onto the table with enough force to make the gravy boat jump, “I think we need a digital detox right now!”
My eyes widened.
No.
“Hand it over.”
Before I could react, Rick lunged across the table.
His thick hand clamped around my wrist.
The sudden movement disrupted my grip, and in one swift motion he ripped the secure communications device from my hand.
“Rick,” I snapped.
The tone of my voice changed instantly.
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