Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 68459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
She angrily flipped through the photos.
When she got to the last page, she paused. “He what?”
I glanced down at the page and winced. “It’s true. He had a vasectomy in his late teens. I have a friend. She’s a newbie hacker. She found this information for me and shared it. I wasn’t sure why I would need it, but felt like this was a great…”
She crumpled the page up and silently fumed.
“How are you here right now?” she asked. “Do you need help getting out of here?”
“I’ll take care of that.” A man came around the corner.
I froze, because I’d know that man anywhere.
I mean, it wasn’t every day that you sobbed into a man’s chest.
It’d been months since I’d done that, yet he looked exactly the same.
Only today he was wearing very well-fitting jeans, and a black t-shirt that fit him like a glove across his chest and shoulders but was semi-loose across his belly. He had on a black belt, and black motorcycle boots.
And that flashy gold badge that declared him an officer of the law.
Mother.
Fucker.
I was so going to jail.
“Who are you?” Alana asked, stepping in front of me.
And given the opportunity, I ran.
I left her to her own devices and took off in the other direction.
I had a route planned out in case of this exact scenario.
Out the emergency exit, down the alley that ran behind the club, and down the block two streets to where I’d parked my car.
I was out the door, and into the alley, when he caught me.
I cursed and started to wiggle, but the man was strong.
“Stop,” he ordered.
I didn’t want to stop.
But also, I wasn’t going to fight a cop.
That was just stupid.
So I stopped.
I went still in his arms and looked up into his face.
I couldn’t see his eyes well. The light above his head was harsh, but it caused shadows to come over his eyes as he looked down at me with a fierce frown on his face.
I did see the stubborn set of his jaw through his five o’clock shadow, though.
My chest was pressed against his upper abs, my hands were flat against his amazing chest, and my wig was gone.
My heart was pounding a million miles a second, but it was the way he was holding me that made me start to shiver in his arms.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, voice a deep baritone that sent my toes to curling.
This was the second time he’d held me in his arms, but this time was much different than last.
Mostly because I was thinking about the way he felt, and not the way I was falling apart.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
I licked my lips. “It’s a club. I came to dance.”
Lie.
“You came here because the comedian was here, and I have a piece of paper in my pocket right now that tells me you have a restraining order against you,” he said.
“That’s a stupid piece of paper,” I grumbled, trying to pull away, but he didn’t let me have an inch.
Likely, it was because I was a flight risk.
But in my raunchy, erotica inspired brain, he was holding me because he wanted me.
Shit, I really needed to stop going home every day after shifts at the hospital and binging those romance books.
I needed a life.
One that didn’t involve stalking and reading.
“It may be stupid, but it’s still the law,” he said as he finally let me go. “And I have to arrest you.”
“Actually,” I said as I shivered at the loss of his heat, “I was nowhere near him. I studied that restraining order, and it says that I have to stay one hundred yards away from him. I was way more than one hundred yards away from him.”
“It also states that you can’t be in the same building as him,” he countered.
“It states that I can be in the same building as him if I’m there first,” I argued. “And I was most definitely there first.”
Sure, I knew he was coming, but that wasn’t something the overly attractive officer in front of me needed to know.
He crossed his arms over his chest and flipped his head, causing his hair to get back under control.
The man had a great head of hair. Short on the sides but longer on top, he looked more model-like than any cop I’d ever seen.
He was also in way better shape.
If I was going to pick a model to be on my book about a cop, it’d be this guy.
“You’re splitting hairs,” he countered, jaw set.
“I’m following the letter of the law to a T,” I disagreed. “And just to be honest, this restraining order is a sham anyway. I didn’t even have to go to court for it or anything. Didn’t get to plead my case. Didn’t even know that I had a restraining order until I got this letter in the mail a couple of weeks back that said the temporary restraining order against me was now a full blown one.”