Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 67000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
His hand wrapped around my belly, and he pulled me into his hard chest before pressing a kiss to the side of my neck. “Be cautious today, please.”
I turned in his hold, looped my arm around his neck, and stared into his beautiful green eyes for a long moment before saying, “You, too, Hot Cop.”
He sighed, dropping his forehead down to mine. “Please, please, please be careful. This guy is going to be pissed as hell that someone got away. He might retaliate against you since you got away, too.”
I leaned up and kissed him. “I will.”
He deepened the kiss, and then pulled away, patting my ass gently to get me to let him go.
“I’ll see you tonight. Text me a lot, okay?” he asked as he slowly started to back away.
The words ‘I love you’ were on the tip of my tongue, but I didn’t voice them. Instead, I only gave him a nod, and then he was gone.
When I turned back, I saw his coffee still sitting on the counter, and cursed.
Grabbing the mug, I ran. I got to the front door to find it closed.
I pulled out my phone to send him a text, mostly because I’d promised him I would think before I acted. And running out into the dark wasn’t thinking before I acted.
Me:
I made you to-go coffee.
The message said ‘read’ underneath of it seconds later, but he didn’t reply, and I deflated.
I was just about to turn back toward the kitchen to put his coffee away when the alarm panel beeped, and the door was opened.
And there he was.
I held out the coffee, but instead of taking it, he caught my wrist and pulled me to him.
“Thank you for not coming outside,” he growled. “Thanks for the coffee.”
After one final kiss, he closed and locked the door again, and then the alarm panel beeped, letting me know he’d armed it.
I stared at the brand-new wood door for a long moment before I drew a deep breath and said, “I love you. Be safe today.”
Nothing replied but the barking of a random dog in the neighborhood.
Turned out, that dog wasn’t so random after all.
An hour later, Garrett arrived with his K-9 Officer, Boss, to take me to work.
“So, you drew the short straw this morning?” I asked as he walked inside while I was eating some of the snack cakes I’d received yesterday.
His eyes twinkled as he said, “I would hope that Quaid would do the same if our situations were reversed.” He paused. “But also, I’m headed to the doctor anyway. We’re in the same building.”
I nodded.
“What do you think about me going to work?” I asked.
“I can’t say that I like it, but let’s be honest, you can’t just stop living your life. I’ll be talking to a few of your fellow coworkers, though, explaining the situation. Hopefully with them keeping an eye out…”
I wouldn’t find myself with a serial killer taking me and hurting me.
The drive to work was uneventful, mostly.
The dog, Boss, panted right against the grate above my head, and I had to resist the urge to ask Garrett to pop open the little hole that led from the front to the back.
“What happens if you need him during a call?” I asked.
He tapped a red button on his chest.
“As long as I’m within cell range of my car, I can press this button, and his door opens,” he explained. “It’s very effective, and I haven’t had to deal with any issues yet.”
“Why shouldn’t I pet him?” I asked.
Or maybe whined.
The jury was still out.
He snorted before saying, “Boss doesn’t like new people. I’m sorry. It’s going to take him some time to get to know you. When that happens, then I won’t have a problem with you petting him as long as he’s not working.”
“Bummer,” I said as he parked in the police allocated spots right in the front of the building. “Damn, I wish we had close parking spots like this.”
“I saw a sign for a nurse anesthetist spot back there when we pulled in. That’s what you’re going for, right?” he asked.
I beamed at him. “That spot was why I chose to go this route.”
He threw his head back and laughed.
I winked at him as he rounded the car, let the dog out, then let me out.
Together we walked into the building, and both of us stopped upon seeing the officers there.
“What’s going on?” I whispered to my coworker, surprised to see the sea of black uniforms absolutely everywhere.
I mean, when we had issues with gangs and stuff at the ER, we got a response of police officers, but we certainly didn’t get this response.
Now that I was looking at it, I did see quite a few men who looked like FBI in the mix as well.
“The girl who got hurt by that serial killer is in the ER. They moved her to one of the psych rooms because it offers the most privacy,” my coworker murmured.