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home.”
“Um,” I said, feeling weird about refusing a ride from someone so eager to please. “That’s okay....”
“I picked up some Starbucks on the way here.”
Every cell in my body said, “woo-hah.” Chance had said I could have one a day, right? And if I had to limit myself to one, it might as well be Starbucks. I wondered how rude it’d be to just take the coffee and decline the ride.
“Well, I’ve got a friend coming to pick me up,” I said. “He’s on his way.”
“Oh,” said Roger, still cheerful, far as I could tell. “Okay.” He walked side by side with me to the front door. “But you might as well take the coffee. If you want it, I mean. They’ll get cold if I try to drink ‘em both myself.”
Yay. He offered. “Well, uh, sure. Since you went through the trouble and all. Can I give you anything for it?”
“Nah, it’s my ‘get well’ present.” I pulled the door open for Roger as he said this, and he nearly walked smack into Jacob.
Chapter Seven
Roger did a little double-take when Jacob didn’t step back and apologize like a regular guy might. Jacob stood his ground instead and looked from Roger to me, and raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, hey,” I said. “This is Roger, my new partner. Roger, this is Jacob, my, uh....” God, could there be a worse word than “boyfriend?” It made us sound like Barbie and Ken. Or Ken and Ken. Or Ken and G.I. Joe. I told my mind to stop stalling and think of a way to say it. “My partner...at home.”
There. I’d said it within the first week of knowing Roger. Now we wouldn’t have any awkward conversations looming over us. Or not as awkward as this one, anyway.
Jacob’s lips curved into a smile and he held out his hand. “Good to meet you,” he said, a teasing lilt to his voice. I had no idea he’d be so tickled about being introduced as my boyfriend. Or whatever.
“Right,” Roger said brightly -- my guess was that his brightness was covering some discomfort, but that was fine, as long as he wasn’t gonna be a dick about it. “Jacob Marks from the Twelfth Precinct. You and your work partner are a very well-known PsyCop unit.”
Jacob inclined his head graciously. He could take a compliment like royalty. Then he turned to me. “Ready to go? I think Carolyn’s been eyeing your salad.”
I didn’t particularly care about ditching Roger. I just wanted to get home. “Yeah, okay. Thanks for stopping by to check on me.”
“Wait!” Roger dashed to his Crown Vic, a carbon copy of Jacob’s, except that it was midnight blue instead of black, and pulled out the Starbucks. “Don’t forget your coffee.”
“Thanks,” I repeated, giving him a salute as I took it. Jacob smirked at me a little as he held the passenger door open for me yet again, but I ignored it.
Carolyn was in the back seat when I climbed into the car. Her tweed suit fit her perfectly, and her blonde hair was swept back into a neat French twist. I couldn’t say if she was eyeing my salad, or not.
“I’m not mad,” I told her, protecting my coffee as Jacob closed my door for me. We hadn’t really talked since a conversation she’d had with Sergeant Warwick had resulted in Lisa not only being suspended from duty, but locked up somewhere -- “unofficially,” of course. Not that Carolyn could’ve done anything different. She hadn’t been able to lie, and Warwick had figured out exactly how to read her silences. She'd been pretty quiet after that.
I peeked over the headrest and she met my eyes. “I know,” she said. Good thing I’d actually meant it instead of just saying it to make her feel better. “I just didn’t like being the weak link.”
Jacob climbed into the driver’s seat, shut his door, and pulled away from the curb. Roger was still parked, drinking his coffee, and he waved at us as we passed him.
“So that’s the guy who’s wooing you with
“Um,” I said, feeling weird about refusing a ride from someone so eager to please. “That’s okay....”
“I picked up some Starbucks on the way here.”
Every cell in my body said, “woo-hah.” Chance had said I could have one a day, right? And if I had to limit myself to one, it might as well be Starbucks. I wondered how rude it’d be to just take the coffee and decline the ride.
“Well, I’ve got a friend coming to pick me up,” I said. “He’s on his way.”
“Oh,” said Roger, still cheerful, far as I could tell. “Okay.” He walked side by side with me to the front door. “But you might as well take the coffee. If you want it, I mean. They’ll get cold if I try to drink ‘em both myself.”
Yay. He offered. “Well, uh, sure. Since you went through the trouble and all. Can I give you anything for it?”
“Nah, it’s my ‘get well’ present.” I pulled the door open for Roger as he said this, and he nearly walked smack into Jacob.
Chapter Seven
Roger did a little double-take when Jacob didn’t step back and apologize like a regular guy might. Jacob stood his ground instead and looked from Roger to me, and raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, hey,” I said. “This is Roger, my new partner. Roger, this is Jacob, my, uh....” God, could there be a worse word than “boyfriend?” It made us sound like Barbie and Ken. Or Ken and Ken. Or Ken and G.I. Joe. I told my mind to stop stalling and think of a way to say it. “My partner...at home.”
There. I’d said it within the first week of knowing Roger. Now we wouldn’t have any awkward conversations looming over us. Or not as awkward as this one, anyway.
Jacob’s lips curved into a smile and he held out his hand. “Good to meet you,” he said, a teasing lilt to his voice. I had no idea he’d be so tickled about being introduced as my boyfriend. Or whatever.
“Right,” Roger said brightly -- my guess was that his brightness was covering some discomfort, but that was fine, as long as he wasn’t gonna be a dick about it. “Jacob Marks from the Twelfth Precinct. You and your work partner are a very well-known PsyCop unit.”
Jacob inclined his head graciously. He could take a compliment like royalty. Then he turned to me. “Ready to go? I think Carolyn’s been eyeing your salad.”
I didn’t particularly care about ditching Roger. I just wanted to get home. “Yeah, okay. Thanks for stopping by to check on me.”
“Wait!” Roger dashed to his Crown Vic, a carbon copy of Jacob’s, except that it was midnight blue instead of black, and pulled out the Starbucks. “Don’t forget your coffee.”
“Thanks,” I repeated, giving him a salute as I took it. Jacob smirked at me a little as he held the passenger door open for me yet again, but I ignored it.
Carolyn was in the back seat when I climbed into the car. Her tweed suit fit her perfectly, and her blonde hair was swept back into a neat French twist. I couldn’t say if she was eyeing my salad, or not.
“I’m not mad,” I told her, protecting my coffee as Jacob closed my door for me. We hadn’t really talked since a conversation she’d had with Sergeant Warwick had resulted in Lisa not only being suspended from duty, but locked up somewhere -- “unofficially,” of course. Not that Carolyn could’ve done anything different. She hadn’t been able to lie, and Warwick had figured out exactly how to read her silences. She'd been pretty quiet after that.
I peeked over the headrest and she met my eyes. “I know,” she said. Good thing I’d actually meant it instead of just saying it to make her feel better. “I just didn’t like being the weak link.”
Jacob climbed into the driver’s seat, shut his door, and pulled away from the curb. Roger was still parked, drinking his coffee, and he waved at us as we passed him.
“So that’s the guy who’s wooing you with
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