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Authors: Lisa Helen Gray
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hear the woman walk inside and when I turn I notice she’s left the door open behind her.
“If he’s busy I can come back,’’ she tells me sadly, not looking at me. Have I made things awkward?
Sugar! Did they break up over Imogen?
“He’ll be out...’’
“Oh, hey, Lexi. I thought I heard the door,’’ he says and I turn and nearly choke on my own saliva. Wet, tanned and tattooed, Evan stands in only a towel. A tribal tattoo runs from his chest and down his ribs. Another tattoo of a dragon covers the top half of his arm. How did I not know he had tattoos? How did I miss them?
What has me squeezing my thighs together and taking a large gulp is his abdomen. It’s lean, sculpted and drool worthy. Each muscle is defined by deep ridges, and I yearn to run my fingers down them.
He catches me staring and his eyes turn darker. I spin around to avoid his intense stare, rocking a crying Imogen in my arms.
“I wanted to talk to you, but I can see that this is a bad time,’’ she says and turns to go, but Evan’s deep rumbling voice stops her.
“Hold up. Let me just go get some clothes on and we’ll talk,’’ he tells her. He doesn’t give her a chance to answer, leaving no room for argument which I’ve found in the day I’ve known him, he does a lot. He rushes back down the hall to his bedroom, leaving me standing here feeling awkward.
“I’m Kennedy,’’ I introduce myself, manoeuvring Imogen to my other arm so I can reach out to shake hers.
“I’m Lexi,’’ she smiles but it doesn’t reach her eyes. She shakes my hand and let’s go quickly, taking a step back. Trying to calm Imogen down has made it hard to study Lexi, but from what I can tell she seems like a nice person. She doesn’t come off as standoffish, even with her uncomfortable silence. One thing that is clear for me to see is that she doesn’t like me being here.
“Would you like a drink?’’ Evan asks walking back in, now wearing jeans and a short sleeved black t-shirt.
“NO!’’ Lexi blurts out but then quietens her voice. “Sorry. No. I can’t stay long,’’ she smiles and frowns when Evan walks over towards me and holds his hands out for Imogen. I give him a smile, loving how easily he’s taken to her already. He’s a hands-on dad that’s for sure.
“Okay. I’d like you to meet someone, this is Kennedy,’’ he starts, and Lexi smiles.
“We’ve met.’’
“And this little pumpkin is, Immy, short for Imogen. She’s my daughter,’’ he smiles proudly. He’s so busy gazing down at a fussy Imogen that he doesn’t notice the way Lexi’s face falls. I want to reach out and comfort her, but something about her body language and expression has me staying out.
“Daughter?’’ she chokes out. The way she says ‘daughter’ has my blood pumping. It’s like the word sounded bitter in her mouth.
The tone of her voice has Evan looking up and frowning at Lexi in confusion.
“Hey, she’s my daughter.’’
“Oh, fuck! I forgot I have a doctor’s appointment. I best be going before I’m late,’’ she states quickly. I want to snap at her for swearing around a baby, but most of all for swearing. It’s one thing that drives me insane. Women that swear make themselves sound really trashy. I know I don’t have room to judge, it’s just a pet peeve of mine and women who look like Lexi shouldn’t use that kind of language. It makes her sound common.
I watch as Evan opens his mouth and move towards her, but Lexi is out of the door before he can take another step. I watch like a deer caught in headlights and wonder what I should do.
“Do you want me to take Imogen so you can go after her?’’ I ask quietly, feeling bad it’s mine and Imogen’s presence that has caused this.
“Why?’’ He asks so simply I begin to wonder if he’s really qualified to be a cop. He should already know why. It doesn’t take a genius to work out what was going on with her.
“Because I don’t want you two to
“If he’s busy I can come back,’’ she tells me sadly, not looking at me. Have I made things awkward?
Sugar! Did they break up over Imogen?
“He’ll be out...’’
“Oh, hey, Lexi. I thought I heard the door,’’ he says and I turn and nearly choke on my own saliva. Wet, tanned and tattooed, Evan stands in only a towel. A tribal tattoo runs from his chest and down his ribs. Another tattoo of a dragon covers the top half of his arm. How did I not know he had tattoos? How did I miss them?
What has me squeezing my thighs together and taking a large gulp is his abdomen. It’s lean, sculpted and drool worthy. Each muscle is defined by deep ridges, and I yearn to run my fingers down them.
He catches me staring and his eyes turn darker. I spin around to avoid his intense stare, rocking a crying Imogen in my arms.
“I wanted to talk to you, but I can see that this is a bad time,’’ she says and turns to go, but Evan’s deep rumbling voice stops her.
“Hold up. Let me just go get some clothes on and we’ll talk,’’ he tells her. He doesn’t give her a chance to answer, leaving no room for argument which I’ve found in the day I’ve known him, he does a lot. He rushes back down the hall to his bedroom, leaving me standing here feeling awkward.
“I’m Kennedy,’’ I introduce myself, manoeuvring Imogen to my other arm so I can reach out to shake hers.
“I’m Lexi,’’ she smiles but it doesn’t reach her eyes. She shakes my hand and let’s go quickly, taking a step back. Trying to calm Imogen down has made it hard to study Lexi, but from what I can tell she seems like a nice person. She doesn’t come off as standoffish, even with her uncomfortable silence. One thing that is clear for me to see is that she doesn’t like me being here.
“Would you like a drink?’’ Evan asks walking back in, now wearing jeans and a short sleeved black t-shirt.
“NO!’’ Lexi blurts out but then quietens her voice. “Sorry. No. I can’t stay long,’’ she smiles and frowns when Evan walks over towards me and holds his hands out for Imogen. I give him a smile, loving how easily he’s taken to her already. He’s a hands-on dad that’s for sure.
“Okay. I’d like you to meet someone, this is Kennedy,’’ he starts, and Lexi smiles.
“We’ve met.’’
“And this little pumpkin is, Immy, short for Imogen. She’s my daughter,’’ he smiles proudly. He’s so busy gazing down at a fussy Imogen that he doesn’t notice the way Lexi’s face falls. I want to reach out and comfort her, but something about her body language and expression has me staying out.
“Daughter?’’ she chokes out. The way she says ‘daughter’ has my blood pumping. It’s like the word sounded bitter in her mouth.
The tone of her voice has Evan looking up and frowning at Lexi in confusion.
“Hey, she’s my daughter.’’
“Oh, fuck! I forgot I have a doctor’s appointment. I best be going before I’m late,’’ she states quickly. I want to snap at her for swearing around a baby, but most of all for swearing. It’s one thing that drives me insane. Women that swear make themselves sound really trashy. I know I don’t have room to judge, it’s just a pet peeve of mine and women who look like Lexi shouldn’t use that kind of language. It makes her sound common.
I watch as Evan opens his mouth and move towards her, but Lexi is out of the door before he can take another step. I watch like a deer caught in headlights and wonder what I should do.
“Do you want me to take Imogen so you can go after her?’’ I ask quietly, feeling bad it’s mine and Imogen’s presence that has caused this.
“Why?’’ He asks so simply I begin to wonder if he’s really qualified to be a cop. He should already know why. It doesn’t take a genius to work out what was going on with her.
“Because I don’t want you two to
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