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looked at her. His shirt was slightly ripped on the shoulder and there was dried blood down his neck. His hair looked like he’d been running his hands through it and for the first time since meeting him, he looked… Well, not perfect and she had to admit he was sexy as hell. How had she not notice it before? Maybe it was the suit? Maybe it was the fact that he always seemed in control. Oh, he wasn’t in control now and she found that very appealing.
“Well, your little trip to the ER, cost me valuable time. My class starts in less than half-an-hour. And your doctor gave me direct orders to watch you tonight and I don’t take orders lightly. You’re stuck with me and we’re going to my Tae Kwon Do class.”
His head hurt like crazy, a slight concussion was nothing to laugh at. Hearing the screaming kids did little to alleviate the pounding headache. But, seeing the little kids toss the detective around was amusing. Oh, he could tell that she allowed the smaller kids to toss her about. She actually jumped around a lot and had the kids smiling with self-satisfaction. Which of course, made him smile in return.
It actually looked like fun. He had attended self defense classes when he’d been younger, but boxing had been his big thing. Sadly, it has been years since he has strapped on the gloves. Watching her with the kids made him want to pick them up again.
Almost two hours later, they walked into his apartment. They’d stopped by her place to feed her cat, Jack, and she had grabbed an overnight bag. He’d looked around her smaller living room and liked the simplicity of the space. The deeper, earth colors matched how he thought she would decorate. She was a very tidy person, nothing was out of place, and the cat had seemed to like him, rubbing around his legs until he heard the can opener, then he’d run in to eat his food.
His medicine had finally kicked in and his head was wonderfully dull now. His shoulder still stung from the seven stitches he’d received there. The two on his forehead had been just above his hairline. Not that he was a vain person, but he was thankful he wouldn’t have a huge scar on it like the one he was bound to have on his shoulder.
“Would you like something to eat?” he walked towards the kitchen. His Portland apartment was not as big as the one in LA, but still he enjoyed the neighborhood and the view of the Columbia River and Mount Hood was breath-taking. The three bedroom apartment sat empty for a few months out of the year. It’s hardwood floors and designer furniture were cleaned weekly by a maid service. The art on the walls where from his own personal collection, some of his favorite artists’ pieces were hung here.
“Why don’t you sit down before you fall over?” she walked him to the couch. “ I’ll make us something to eat.” She pushed him back into the couch when he just stood in front of it, looking at her.
Deciding to admit defeat, he resting his head back against the soft cushions. He listened to her moving around in his kitchen. He knew what she would find there, since he enjoyed cooking, so naturally his kitchen was not only stocked, it was well stocked.
Closing his eyes he replayed the scene from the parking garage over and over in his mind. He was sure he had seen the bald man from the robbery behind the wheel of the sedan. But, he couldn’t be one-hundred percent sure. He hadn’t even told Roberta about seeing him. Then, he remembered seeing her face over his after hitting the ground. He must have ripped his shoulder open on something, he doesn’t remember what. He does know that the dark sedan had only just grazed his leg and hip. He knew there would be bruises all up and down his left side by tomorrow.
Roberta’s face had been like a light when he’d opened his eyes in the dark garage, showing him the way to staying conscious. He’d focused on her and the pain had dissipated. She had soft eyes, soft
“Well, your little trip to the ER, cost me valuable time. My class starts in less than half-an-hour. And your doctor gave me direct orders to watch you tonight and I don’t take orders lightly. You’re stuck with me and we’re going to my Tae Kwon Do class.”
His head hurt like crazy, a slight concussion was nothing to laugh at. Hearing the screaming kids did little to alleviate the pounding headache. But, seeing the little kids toss the detective around was amusing. Oh, he could tell that she allowed the smaller kids to toss her about. She actually jumped around a lot and had the kids smiling with self-satisfaction. Which of course, made him smile in return.
It actually looked like fun. He had attended self defense classes when he’d been younger, but boxing had been his big thing. Sadly, it has been years since he has strapped on the gloves. Watching her with the kids made him want to pick them up again.
Almost two hours later, they walked into his apartment. They’d stopped by her place to feed her cat, Jack, and she had grabbed an overnight bag. He’d looked around her smaller living room and liked the simplicity of the space. The deeper, earth colors matched how he thought she would decorate. She was a very tidy person, nothing was out of place, and the cat had seemed to like him, rubbing around his legs until he heard the can opener, then he’d run in to eat his food.
His medicine had finally kicked in and his head was wonderfully dull now. His shoulder still stung from the seven stitches he’d received there. The two on his forehead had been just above his hairline. Not that he was a vain person, but he was thankful he wouldn’t have a huge scar on it like the one he was bound to have on his shoulder.
“Would you like something to eat?” he walked towards the kitchen. His Portland apartment was not as big as the one in LA, but still he enjoyed the neighborhood and the view of the Columbia River and Mount Hood was breath-taking. The three bedroom apartment sat empty for a few months out of the year. It’s hardwood floors and designer furniture were cleaned weekly by a maid service. The art on the walls where from his own personal collection, some of his favorite artists’ pieces were hung here.
“Why don’t you sit down before you fall over?” she walked him to the couch. “ I’ll make us something to eat.” She pushed him back into the couch when he just stood in front of it, looking at her.
Deciding to admit defeat, he resting his head back against the soft cushions. He listened to her moving around in his kitchen. He knew what she would find there, since he enjoyed cooking, so naturally his kitchen was not only stocked, it was well stocked.
Closing his eyes he replayed the scene from the parking garage over and over in his mind. He was sure he had seen the bald man from the robbery behind the wheel of the sedan. But, he couldn’t be one-hundred percent sure. He hadn’t even told Roberta about seeing him. Then, he remembered seeing her face over his after hitting the ground. He must have ripped his shoulder open on something, he doesn’t remember what. He does know that the dark sedan had only just grazed his leg and hip. He knew there would be bruises all up and down his left side by tomorrow.
Roberta’s face had been like a light when he’d opened his eyes in the dark garage, showing him the way to staying conscious. He’d focused on her and the pain had dissipated. She had soft eyes, soft
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