Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
If I can make it easier for her, I will. Until the playing field is equal, I'll do whatever I have to do to ensure she has the same shot a motherfucker like me has. That's what I was taught. Guys like my dad, guys like Dillon…they're the ones who taught it to me. Those are the guys I aspire to be.
And guys like her recruiter? Well, they never deserved a badge in the first goddamn place. They can get fucked with a pole. And it'll be women like Molly—fierce, beautiful, intelligent Molly—lubing up the damn pole when their number is up. Guys like me? Well, we'll be the ones helping brace the damn thing for insertion.
"You better hurry the fuck up and get a ring on her finger," Dillon says. "Because there's no goddamn way Dean Santa Cruz is going to pass her up once he meets her."
"Oh, I'm aware," I mutter dryly. "I'm working on it."
"Better work faster." He smirks at me, amusement glinting in his eyes. "She didn't seem to like you all that much this morning."
"She likes me just fine, motherfucker." I flip him off. What? He may be my boss, but he's still a dick. "Can you get out of my business and start worrying about your job? Last I checked, you were still the sheriff. That means you should be solving crime, not gossiping about my love life."
He laughs at me before tossing a file across the desk to me. "Like I was trying to tell you, dick," he says, "I've been here all day while you were sleeping. I may have a lead."
"Who? What lead?" I scowl at him. "Why the fuck didn't you lead with that?"
"I like watching your eye twitch." He shrugs. "Makes me feel better about the fact that I can't threaten to shoot you since you were actually shot."
I choose to ignore him, flipping open the file instead. "A realtor?" My brows furrow. "Molly is confident she saw a man in her house, Dillon. This is a woman."
"Not her," he says. "She has a son. Blue eyes, dark hair. The receptionist says he's a bit of a troublemaker."
"A bit?" I cock a brow. "He's breaking into houses, for fuck's sake."
"I was feeling generous. The receptionist said he can be a real pain in the ass when he wants to be." He meets my gaze. "And he started hanging around more about the time the break-ins started. Want to go round him up and find out where he was this morning?"
"Uh, fuck yeah, I do," I growl, snapping the folder closed. If this is the prick who was in Molly's house, I want him in cuffs and off the streets. Now. Maybe then I'll be able to sleep. Because I sure as shit didn't sleep today.
Chapter Nine
Molly
Idon't know what Easton and Dillon are doing, but I know they're up to something the minute they leave the parking lot together. Not even five minutes later, Dillon keys up on the radio, confirming my suspicions.
"Unit 100 to dispatch."
"Go ahead," I say, generating a call for whatever headache they're about to cause me. They always give me a headache when they're together.
"Show me en route with Unit 232 to an address off of Robinson. I'll give it to you when we get there." He unkeys and then keys up again. "And call Unit 233. Tell him to head to the main department. We may have his suspect from the burglary this morning."
"Great," I mutter, even as my heart leaps into my throat. They're talking about the man who broke into my house. It's a strange thing to be anxious and excited at the same time…but both course through my veins in tandem as I key up to acknowledge his transmission.
I don't know how they found the guy so fast, but I'm not going to complain. If they get him off the streets, maybe I'll be able to sleep. I certainly didn't get much today. Even with Easton's arms around me, I felt restless and anxious. I kept seeing his face at the window, his eyes meeting mine. I must have woken up six different times, shivering.
Easton was awake every single time.
I pick up the phone and call Ashton.
"If you're calling to ask me to work, I quit," he says dramatically.
"Too bad, you can't," I say, a smile in my voice. "Dillon needs you to meet him and Easton up here. They think they may have your suspect."
"Shit. Seriously?"
"Yep."
"Who?"
"Don't know."
"Where'd they find him?"
"They're going somewhere over on Robinson. That's all I know," I grumble. "You guys never tell us anything. I mean, it's not like keeping you alive is our job or anything."
"Aww. Is Easton making you cranky?" Ashton teases.
"No. You are," I say, deadpan. "Go to work, Gannon. Or I'll give you all of his calls next week."