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remember them. And Sergeant Hauten’s significant other might be there. I’m not sure if his S.O. is a man or woman.”
“That won’t bother us,” I add.
“Exactly. In fact, I only got the invitation after I talked a little bit about Jon and Tanner. Gives me the impression that Hauten—Justin—knows I’d be cool if he happened to be gay. Plus, he’s very attractive, but he’s obviously taken, so it doesn’t really matter to me one way or the other.”
Sergeant Justin Hauten, I pray to God that you’re gay. I didn’t like the idea of Keira finding another man attractive if said man was straight. Good lord, Dillan. Get. Over. Yourself. I find Keira attractive, but that doesn’t mean I don’t find other women attractive, too.
“What kind of car should we be on the lookout for?”
Keira laughs. “Nebraska said it would be a gray minivan. The guy’s a big guy, but unless one of them has kids, a minivan seemed a bit on the domesticated side. Actually, I’m very curious about tonight. Nebraska had me laughing so much that my side hurt after a few minutes.”
“Sounds like you’re going to be working with a fun group.” I think about how I’ll be working solo on the Joy Fromm case. Not much to get excited about.
“I think I see them,” Keira announces, then waves at a gray minivan. It pulls up to the curb and a beefy man with red hair jumps out. He’s at least four or five inches taller than me.
“Keira!” he booms before folding her into a hug. It startles her as much as it surprises me. Is this Sergeant Hauten? Is this the type of guy she’s attracted to? He releases her quickly and then reaches for me, an arm outstretched. Instead of shaking my hand, he pulls me into a hug as well. “You must me Keira’s boyfriend,” he says, pushing away, his hands still on my shoulders, assessing them. “Solid. Well built.” He turns me around, inspecting me. Introducing himself appears to be an afterthought. “I’m Nebraska. Nice arms. You’re on my team.”
“Ah,” I stammer. Perhaps I could start by correcting him on the Keira’s boyfriend part, but there’s just too much to choose from and I’m all topsy-turvy after his man-assessment. I would also be lying if I didn’t admit that I liked the fact that he complimented my arms. It’s always nice to be appreciated, even by men I’ve never met before.
Keira’s already inside the minivan talking to someone else as Nebraska gestures to the sliding door. “Got to get going, buddy. Cops don’t exactly like curb hopping around here. Plus, I’m pretty sure they’ve tagged the car. We’ll have to ditch it soon for another one.”
“Tonight?” I ask. Jesus, who the hell is this man? Ditching cars. Assessing men for bowling teams.
“Naw,” he says as I step into the minivan. “I’d say we’ve got a few more days with this piece of shit.” He slides in next to me, effectively moving me down the bench seat with zero effort on my part. My left side is crushed up against a car seat. And there’s a baby in it.
“Let’s go, Julia,” Nebraska says, thumping his hand against the roof of the car. The minivan pulls out into traffic as Nebraska makes the introductions. “Julia’s driving, you already know Keira in the passenger seat, you lucky dog, Justin and Aaron are in the back row, and this precious little girl,” he reaches over and gently pets the baby’s golden hair, “is Ruby. She’s my Ruby-Doll.” Ruby, who happens to be asleep, can’t be more than a few months old.
I turn around to acknowledge the men, who sit close together, and the man on the left has his arm outstretched on the seat behind the other. Definitely a couple. And gorgeous as hell. Not that I notice those kinds of things, but damn, they gave Jon and Tanner a run for the money in the looks department.
“I’m Justin,” the man on the left says, leaning forward slightly. “Nice to meet you.”
“Aaron,” the other says. We shake hands. Aaron is
“That won’t bother us,” I add.
“Exactly. In fact, I only got the invitation after I talked a little bit about Jon and Tanner. Gives me the impression that Hauten—Justin—knows I’d be cool if he happened to be gay. Plus, he’s very attractive, but he’s obviously taken, so it doesn’t really matter to me one way or the other.”
Sergeant Justin Hauten, I pray to God that you’re gay. I didn’t like the idea of Keira finding another man attractive if said man was straight. Good lord, Dillan. Get. Over. Yourself. I find Keira attractive, but that doesn’t mean I don’t find other women attractive, too.
“What kind of car should we be on the lookout for?”
Keira laughs. “Nebraska said it would be a gray minivan. The guy’s a big guy, but unless one of them has kids, a minivan seemed a bit on the domesticated side. Actually, I’m very curious about tonight. Nebraska had me laughing so much that my side hurt after a few minutes.”
“Sounds like you’re going to be working with a fun group.” I think about how I’ll be working solo on the Joy Fromm case. Not much to get excited about.
“I think I see them,” Keira announces, then waves at a gray minivan. It pulls up to the curb and a beefy man with red hair jumps out. He’s at least four or five inches taller than me.
“Keira!” he booms before folding her into a hug. It startles her as much as it surprises me. Is this Sergeant Hauten? Is this the type of guy she’s attracted to? He releases her quickly and then reaches for me, an arm outstretched. Instead of shaking my hand, he pulls me into a hug as well. “You must me Keira’s boyfriend,” he says, pushing away, his hands still on my shoulders, assessing them. “Solid. Well built.” He turns me around, inspecting me. Introducing himself appears to be an afterthought. “I’m Nebraska. Nice arms. You’re on my team.”
“Ah,” I stammer. Perhaps I could start by correcting him on the Keira’s boyfriend part, but there’s just too much to choose from and I’m all topsy-turvy after his man-assessment. I would also be lying if I didn’t admit that I liked the fact that he complimented my arms. It’s always nice to be appreciated, even by men I’ve never met before.
Keira’s already inside the minivan talking to someone else as Nebraska gestures to the sliding door. “Got to get going, buddy. Cops don’t exactly like curb hopping around here. Plus, I’m pretty sure they’ve tagged the car. We’ll have to ditch it soon for another one.”
“Tonight?” I ask. Jesus, who the hell is this man? Ditching cars. Assessing men for bowling teams.
“Naw,” he says as I step into the minivan. “I’d say we’ve got a few more days with this piece of shit.” He slides in next to me, effectively moving me down the bench seat with zero effort on my part. My left side is crushed up against a car seat. And there’s a baby in it.
“Let’s go, Julia,” Nebraska says, thumping his hand against the roof of the car. The minivan pulls out into traffic as Nebraska makes the introductions. “Julia’s driving, you already know Keira in the passenger seat, you lucky dog, Justin and Aaron are in the back row, and this precious little girl,” he reaches over and gently pets the baby’s golden hair, “is Ruby. She’s my Ruby-Doll.” Ruby, who happens to be asleep, can’t be more than a few months old.
I turn around to acknowledge the men, who sit close together, and the man on the left has his arm outstretched on the seat behind the other. Definitely a couple. And gorgeous as hell. Not that I notice those kinds of things, but damn, they gave Jon and Tanner a run for the money in the looks department.
“I’m Justin,” the man on the left says, leaning forward slightly. “Nice to meet you.”
“Aaron,” the other says. We shake hands. Aaron is
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