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order to remain quiet. In a few seconds, Jack was back and handing her the baton.
She wedged it under her belt. “How do you move so fast?”
He dragged a hand through his thick black hair. “There's no time to explain now.”
But she wanted answers now, dammit. She knew the rest of tonight would be taken up with paperwork and hospital visits to check on Harvey. “Okay. Tomorrow.”
She turned her head as footsteps pounded down the hallway outside. It sounded like a herd of elephants charging to the rescue. She could almost picture Tarzan riding on one of their backs. No, wait. The wildly handsome hero was already in the room.
“You'd better tell me everything tomorrow.” She turned back to Jack.
He was gone.
“Oh, that smells good!” LaToya Lafayette dropped her handbag and keys on the console by the door. “What's cooking, girl?”
“Blackened redfish.” Lara carefully turned the fish filets in the skillet.
“Great!” LaToya removed her purple LSU Tiger hoodie and fluffed up her glossy black corkscrew curls.
“It's been raining all damned day.” She draped the damp sweatshirt over the back of a chair in their tiny living room. “So how come you're cooking? Not that I'm complaining. I love your cooking. But I was planning to take you out to celebrate.”
“I don't want to make a big deal out of it.”
“But it is a big deal.” LaToya strode into the kitchen. “You saved that woman's life. Her children, too. And Harvey.”
“I didn't save Harvey. The doctors did that.”
“You're too modest, girl.” LaToya washed her hands in the kitchen sink. “Everyone was talking about you at my precinct. I heard they're going to do a press conference with the chief of police giving you a commendation.”
“Oh God, I hope not.” Lara added chopped parsley and chives to the bowl of mashed potatoes.
“You know they'll milk this for all it's worth. Three months out of the academy and you're saving the day. You're like the poster child for how successful their training program is.”
“But I didn't do anything!” Lara smashed a clove of garlic with the flat edge of a knife. “Jack did it.”
“You know that. I know that. But nobody else does.” LaToya leaned a hip against the counter. “Now don't look at me that way, holding a knife, girl.”
Lara snorted as she scraped the smashed garlic into the potatoes. After a few hours of filling out forms and being interviewed by the detectives that had taken over the case, then another two hours spent at the hospital to check on Harvey, Lara had finally dragged home to her Brooklyn apartment about eight-thirty in the morning.
She'd recounted the story to LaToya before her friend had left for her job in the twenty-sixth precinct. Then,
Lara had showered and climbed into bed. But even in her state of exhaustion, she'd had trouble sleeping. Gunshots and screams bounced around in her head along with visions of Harvey, bleeding on the floor.
And she'd kept wondering about Jack. She'd decided the best way to thank him for charging to the rescue was a home-cooked meal, Louisiana style. She'd called his number, but he hadn't answered the phone. She left a message inviting him to dinner, then headed to the grocery store. She tried calling again about five p.m.
He never called back.
“What's in this salad?” LaToya studied the wooden bowl as she carried it to the table.
“Spinach, fire-roasted tomatoes, and pine nuts.”
“Ooh, fancy.” LaToya's gaze wandered over their best china, cloth napkins, and candlesticks. “You went to a lot of trouble here.”
“I was bored.” Lara loaded up two plates with fish and potatoes. “The captain ordered me to take some time off.”
“With pay? You lucky dog.” LaToya struck a match and lit the candles. “Even so, this seems awfully… romantic.”
“Let's eat.” Lara set the plates on the table.
LaToya's brown eyes narrowed as she blew out the match. “You did this for Jack, didn't you?”
Lara
She wedged it under her belt. “How do you move so fast?”
He dragged a hand through his thick black hair. “There's no time to explain now.”
But she wanted answers now, dammit. She knew the rest of tonight would be taken up with paperwork and hospital visits to check on Harvey. “Okay. Tomorrow.”
She turned her head as footsteps pounded down the hallway outside. It sounded like a herd of elephants charging to the rescue. She could almost picture Tarzan riding on one of their backs. No, wait. The wildly handsome hero was already in the room.
“You'd better tell me everything tomorrow.” She turned back to Jack.
He was gone.
“Oh, that smells good!” LaToya Lafayette dropped her handbag and keys on the console by the door. “What's cooking, girl?”
“Blackened redfish.” Lara carefully turned the fish filets in the skillet.
“Great!” LaToya removed her purple LSU Tiger hoodie and fluffed up her glossy black corkscrew curls.
“It's been raining all damned day.” She draped the damp sweatshirt over the back of a chair in their tiny living room. “So how come you're cooking? Not that I'm complaining. I love your cooking. But I was planning to take you out to celebrate.”
“I don't want to make a big deal out of it.”
“But it is a big deal.” LaToya strode into the kitchen. “You saved that woman's life. Her children, too. And Harvey.”
“I didn't save Harvey. The doctors did that.”
“You're too modest, girl.” LaToya washed her hands in the kitchen sink. “Everyone was talking about you at my precinct. I heard they're going to do a press conference with the chief of police giving you a commendation.”
“Oh God, I hope not.” Lara added chopped parsley and chives to the bowl of mashed potatoes.
“You know they'll milk this for all it's worth. Three months out of the academy and you're saving the day. You're like the poster child for how successful their training program is.”
“But I didn't do anything!” Lara smashed a clove of garlic with the flat edge of a knife. “Jack did it.”
“You know that. I know that. But nobody else does.” LaToya leaned a hip against the counter. “Now don't look at me that way, holding a knife, girl.”
Lara snorted as she scraped the smashed garlic into the potatoes. After a few hours of filling out forms and being interviewed by the detectives that had taken over the case, then another two hours spent at the hospital to check on Harvey, Lara had finally dragged home to her Brooklyn apartment about eight-thirty in the morning.
She'd recounted the story to LaToya before her friend had left for her job in the twenty-sixth precinct. Then,
Lara had showered and climbed into bed. But even in her state of exhaustion, she'd had trouble sleeping. Gunshots and screams bounced around in her head along with visions of Harvey, bleeding on the floor.
And she'd kept wondering about Jack. She'd decided the best way to thank him for charging to the rescue was a home-cooked meal, Louisiana style. She'd called his number, but he hadn't answered the phone. She left a message inviting him to dinner, then headed to the grocery store. She tried calling again about five p.m.
He never called back.
“What's in this salad?” LaToya studied the wooden bowl as she carried it to the table.
“Spinach, fire-roasted tomatoes, and pine nuts.”
“Ooh, fancy.” LaToya's gaze wandered over their best china, cloth napkins, and candlesticks. “You went to a lot of trouble here.”
“I was bored.” Lara loaded up two plates with fish and potatoes. “The captain ordered me to take some time off.”
“With pay? You lucky dog.” LaToya struck a match and lit the candles. “Even so, this seems awfully… romantic.”
“Let's eat.” Lara set the plates on the table.
LaToya's brown eyes narrowed as she blew out the match. “You did this for Jack, didn't you?”
Lara
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