In Yancy Hastings's world, men could be a bit crude and careless; however, women were expected to be well-mannered, sophisticated, and cultured.
Such an outright chauvinist he was.
"Uh... Hawkeye, what's this..."
The deputy captain couldn't quite accept it. If the two didn't have any relationship, what in the devil was all that just now?
Could it be that the captain's male hormones were running wild, and he'd actually molested her?
"A crazy woman who's drunk. Don't worry about her."
Since the deputy captain had come out, it indicated they were wrapping things up. Those people must have left through the back door.
"Wrap it up!"
With a furious roar, Yancy Hastings grabbed his gun and stormed out of the room. Today was so damn unlucky; even on a mission, he could run into this jinx. He just could not tolerate it any longer.
"But Hawkeye..."
The deputy captain pointed at the woman who had collapsed on the sofa and was fast asleep, kindly reminding him.
