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allowing his tongue to tease her lips apart.
Oh, this was good, playful strokes, a light tangle of tongues and lips. He moved closer, hard thighs brushing but not pressing to her own, both hands braced now on the car roof, his body holding her prisoner and providing shelter all at the same time.
She slid her hands up, over tight shoulders and into hair still damp at the edges. He growled an approval low in his throat, a deep male sound that clenched her belly with desire all over again.
He lifted his lips from hers and nuzzled her ear. “I get off at three tomorrow afternoon. Let’s do something.”
All the somethings they could do tumbled through her head. She spread her fingers across his shoulders and tried to focus on an idea other than more kisses, his hands on her naked skin, his body taking hers over and over until they lay satiated in her bed on a sunny Sunday afternoon.
“I have this rule about staying home and vegging out on Sunday afternoons after dinner at my mama’s.” Was that breathy voice hers? Lord, she sounded like a phone-sex operator.
He trailed his mouth down her neck and she felt him smile. “How about if I bring over a movie? About five, maybe? We can play couch potato.”
The ideas she had about getting him on her couch didn’t involve being couch-potato inactive, but she nodded. “Sounds good.”
He straightened and pulled back, laid a caressing finger in the center of her lips. His eyes simmered with lingering passion, but his grin was as easy as always. “Five it is. I’ll see you then.”
Chapter Five
After four uneventful rounds of his patrol route and almost twice as many hours of teeth-clenching boredom, Troy Lee turned in the direction of the cemetery on Old Raiford Road. Just as he’d suspected, Chris Parker’s K-9 unit sat on the other side of the hill, tucked under the spreading live oak. Gravel crunching under his wheels, Troy Lee slowed to a stop alongside and lowered his window.
Chris’s head rested against the seat, dark sunglasses covering his eyes. Troy Lee shrugged off a wave of resentment. Weird how Chris or Steve or Cookie could catch a power nap while on duty, yet if he tried it, he was guaranteed a carpet-calling session with Calvert. Guess his dad had been right about life being neither fair nor equal.
He rested an elbow on the windowsill and studied Chris, trying to figure out if he was really asleep. Parker possessed the ultimate poker face, a trait that served him well in their shared profession.
“What’s up?” Chris didn’t move, but his lazy voice hinted at complete alertness.
“Absolutely nothing. This place is dead.”
“Be grateful.” Chris straightened but left his sunglasses in place. “We could be in the middle of another shift from hell.”
“This is the shift from hell. I’m bored out of my freakin’ skull.” At least he only had an hour or so to go.
“Go write a ticket.” A smirk played around Chris’s mouth. “And draw an asshole on it.”
“Shit, does everybody know?” Troy Lee slumped in his seat.
“Nah.” Chris waffled a hand outside the window. “Cookie told me. He thinks it’s hilarious.”
“Glad somebody does,” Troy Lee mumbled. “Calvert sure as hell didn’t.”
“He’s got a lot on his mind right now.”
“Yeah. That’s right now. What about the last two and a half years?”
Chris harrumphed in mild amusement. “You’ve got a point.”
Yeah, the point being that Calvert hated him and Troy Lee’s goal of proving his worth to the man he’d seen as the embodiment of what he’d wanted to be as a cop was improbable. He should give up, go to another department, but something wouldn’t let him, maybe the same something that had kept his dad puzzling over a seemingly unsolvable equation right up to his death.
“Hey, was I imagining things or was that Angel Henderson I saw you with yesterday?” Chris’s quiet question pulled him from the futile musings.
“Yeah.” Troy Lee squelched
Oh, this was good, playful strokes, a light tangle of tongues and lips. He moved closer, hard thighs brushing but not pressing to her own, both hands braced now on the car roof, his body holding her prisoner and providing shelter all at the same time.
She slid her hands up, over tight shoulders and into hair still damp at the edges. He growled an approval low in his throat, a deep male sound that clenched her belly with desire all over again.
He lifted his lips from hers and nuzzled her ear. “I get off at three tomorrow afternoon. Let’s do something.”
All the somethings they could do tumbled through her head. She spread her fingers across his shoulders and tried to focus on an idea other than more kisses, his hands on her naked skin, his body taking hers over and over until they lay satiated in her bed on a sunny Sunday afternoon.
“I have this rule about staying home and vegging out on Sunday afternoons after dinner at my mama’s.” Was that breathy voice hers? Lord, she sounded like a phone-sex operator.
He trailed his mouth down her neck and she felt him smile. “How about if I bring over a movie? About five, maybe? We can play couch potato.”
The ideas she had about getting him on her couch didn’t involve being couch-potato inactive, but she nodded. “Sounds good.”
He straightened and pulled back, laid a caressing finger in the center of her lips. His eyes simmered with lingering passion, but his grin was as easy as always. “Five it is. I’ll see you then.”
Chapter Five
After four uneventful rounds of his patrol route and almost twice as many hours of teeth-clenching boredom, Troy Lee turned in the direction of the cemetery on Old Raiford Road. Just as he’d suspected, Chris Parker’s K-9 unit sat on the other side of the hill, tucked under the spreading live oak. Gravel crunching under his wheels, Troy Lee slowed to a stop alongside and lowered his window.
Chris’s head rested against the seat, dark sunglasses covering his eyes. Troy Lee shrugged off a wave of resentment. Weird how Chris or Steve or Cookie could catch a power nap while on duty, yet if he tried it, he was guaranteed a carpet-calling session with Calvert. Guess his dad had been right about life being neither fair nor equal.
He rested an elbow on the windowsill and studied Chris, trying to figure out if he was really asleep. Parker possessed the ultimate poker face, a trait that served him well in their shared profession.
“What’s up?” Chris didn’t move, but his lazy voice hinted at complete alertness.
“Absolutely nothing. This place is dead.”
“Be grateful.” Chris straightened but left his sunglasses in place. “We could be in the middle of another shift from hell.”
“This is the shift from hell. I’m bored out of my freakin’ skull.” At least he only had an hour or so to go.
“Go write a ticket.” A smirk played around Chris’s mouth. “And draw an asshole on it.”
“Shit, does everybody know?” Troy Lee slumped in his seat.
“Nah.” Chris waffled a hand outside the window. “Cookie told me. He thinks it’s hilarious.”
“Glad somebody does,” Troy Lee mumbled. “Calvert sure as hell didn’t.”
“He’s got a lot on his mind right now.”
“Yeah. That’s right now. What about the last two and a half years?”
Chris harrumphed in mild amusement. “You’ve got a point.”
Yeah, the point being that Calvert hated him and Troy Lee’s goal of proving his worth to the man he’d seen as the embodiment of what he’d wanted to be as a cop was improbable. He should give up, go to another department, but something wouldn’t let him, maybe the same something that had kept his dad puzzling over a seemingly unsolvable equation right up to his death.
“Hey, was I imagining things or was that Angel Henderson I saw you with yesterday?” Chris’s quiet question pulled him from the futile musings.
“Yeah.” Troy Lee squelched
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