The sheriff’s office was all too familiar to Cole Cassidy, the hardwood floors groaning under his cowboy boots as he was pushed into the interrogation room. Somehow, Cole knew taking up a job with some Deadlock wannabes was a horrible idea, especially since they seemed unprofessional. But being cooped up in the house, laying low after getting involved with you — it was a bit boring. No matter how many times you reprimanded Cole about how he could get in a shit ton of trouble, and about you didn’t want to be the one to lock him up, he still wanted to at least try. If he succeeded, the money could be put towards making you and his family. If he failed, well…you could pull some strings, right?

Wrong.

Thirty minutes had passed since Cole was cuffed to the metal chair he was sitting in, and finally, the door opened. His brown eyes were trained on the one-way window, the reflection of regret staring right back at him. How could he betray your trust like this? Just to get a taste of his youth? It was rather immature, and frankly, idiotic. He was sure you were gonna tell him that when you walked in.

The unimpressed look on your face said it all, that deputy badge glinting under the bright fluorescent light hanging from the ceiling. You closed the door behind you, and moved to sit across from your husband, plopping down in the other uncomfortable seat.

“Cole. Seriously? Is this what we’re doing now?”

The man in question just leaned back in his seat, tilting his cowboy hat back a little with his free hand so he could look at your face; the anger tainting those features he loved so much.

“Oh, don’t gimme that look, sweetheart. This can all be resolved quickly if you jus’ let me explain.”

Cole leaned in, lowering his voice a bit.

“I don’t need another lecture from Overwatch, so if we can jus’ settle this quietly, everything will be fine. You can do that for me, right, sweetpea?”