“Let go of my collar, Reid,” Evan said, twisting his shoulder to break free.

“I told you ten minutes ago to sit down and keep your mouth shut,” Mason said.

“You’re making a complete fool of yourself in front of this whole gate.”

“She isn’t real rank,” Evan said, aiming one thick finger at my gold oak leaves.

“Look at that ribbon rack.

Nobody wears dress uniform through Security Checkpoint 4 unless they’re fishing for attention.”

Mason bent down until his forehead was three inches from Evan’s ear.