me. It’s a haunting loop I can’t get rid of.
On my last day off I do my nails, eyebrows, hair - the works. I want to make a good first impression. I’ll have to phone Morgan tomorrow, because she knows I’m starting at my new job. Maybe we can do drinks after work.
Come the first day of work, I’m ready. I dress in smart black pants, a black button up long sleeve with a gray short sleeve pullover. It has buttons up the one shoulder which I leave undone to show the black shirt beneath. The collar of the pullover falls open to the side of my shoulder, which I like. I wear black boots and roll my hair into a neat twist before pinning it with a butterfly clip. With some make up, I’m all set for work.
Now I only have to impress the entire police force of Lyman. The lady I’m taking over from as Human Resources Specialist has been working there for over forty years. She’s practically part of the furniture. It’s going to be hard to fit into their little circle.
I park my bike by the entrance of the police offices and I’m careful when I take the helmet off, not to take the butterfly clip with. I can feel eyes on me. It’s not every day they must see a woman drive in on a bike to work, especially on a bike like mine. It was Dad’s. Dad was a Ducati fanatic and so this baby came to me.
As I reach for the door it swings open and a man steps out. The light brown hair and gray eyes are unmistakable. My mouth dries right out. “Aiden Holden?”
Oh no! Just my luck to run into Wyatt’s brother!
“Scarlett Grayson? Little Scarlett?” he asks and he smiles the smile that reminds me of Wyatt.
I can’t move. This is too surreal.
“Yeah, that would be me,” I manage to get out eventually.
“How have you been?” he asks. “Morgan didn’t mention that you were coming to town.”
“Fine, just fine,” I say, trying my best to get over the shock of seeing them. “Yeah, I haven’t called her yet. Figured I’d give her a call durin’ the day. Was kind of busy movin’ in. How are you?”
“I’m great. Damn, it’s good to see you.” He smiles again. “Morgan is comin’ for dinner tomorrow night. You should join her. It will be great to catch up.”
“Uhm, yeah sure …” But, if Aiden is here? “Is it only you around here, Aiden, or the whole family?” I ask. I really need the heads up.
“No, the whole family actually. You remember,” he smirks, “we’re all cops.” He looks down the row of cars parked outside the building and I follow his eyes and sure as hell there it is, Wyatt’s Ford. “Yeah, they’re all here already, although they might be out and ‘bout, especially Wyatt. He takes to the road as soon as he comes in. I have to run in. Hope I’ll be seein’ you tomorrow, Scarlett. Welcome to town.” He greets and leaves me standing stunned at the entrance.
My eyes lock on Wyatt’s car. This is so bad. I’m fucked. I can’t believe this is happening!
I turn to open the door again when again it opens. Someone rushes out. He bumps into me and his hands clamp down on my arms. The world stops turning, hell freezes over, the stars fall from the sky – you know the apocalypse kinda happens in the form of Wyatt’s voice.
I can’t bring myself to look up and face him. I stand frozen, my eyes on his chest. I feel every drop of blood rush to who-knows-where, because it sure isn’t in my body anymore.
I feel him freeze and I can imagine his face looks pretty much the same as mine.
“Wyatt,” I finally manage to breathe his name.
My fingers are starting to feel numb. I’m going to drop the helmet.
I have to move. I have to go in and get away from this totally insane morning.
I pull free and at the same time glance up. His eyes are blazing with little sparks of anger. “It’s good to see you’re alive,” he snaps and I flinch back from the anger in his voice. “Do you have any fuckin’ idea what you’ve put me through?” His voice drops low, like real low.
“I’m
On my last day off I do my nails, eyebrows, hair - the works. I want to make a good first impression. I’ll have to phone Morgan tomorrow, because she knows I’m starting at my new job. Maybe we can do drinks after work.
Come the first day of work, I’m ready. I dress in smart black pants, a black button up long sleeve with a gray short sleeve pullover. It has buttons up the one shoulder which I leave undone to show the black shirt beneath. The collar of the pullover falls open to the side of my shoulder, which I like. I wear black boots and roll my hair into a neat twist before pinning it with a butterfly clip. With some make up, I’m all set for work.
Now I only have to impress the entire police force of Lyman. The lady I’m taking over from as Human Resources Specialist has been working there for over forty years. She’s practically part of the furniture. It’s going to be hard to fit into their little circle.
I park my bike by the entrance of the police offices and I’m careful when I take the helmet off, not to take the butterfly clip with. I can feel eyes on me. It’s not every day they must see a woman drive in on a bike to work, especially on a bike like mine. It was Dad’s. Dad was a Ducati fanatic and so this baby came to me.
As I reach for the door it swings open and a man steps out. The light brown hair and gray eyes are unmistakable. My mouth dries right out. “Aiden Holden?”
Oh no! Just my luck to run into Wyatt’s brother!
“Scarlett Grayson? Little Scarlett?” he asks and he smiles the smile that reminds me of Wyatt.
I can’t move. This is too surreal.
“Yeah, that would be me,” I manage to get out eventually.
“How have you been?” he asks. “Morgan didn’t mention that you were coming to town.”
“Fine, just fine,” I say, trying my best to get over the shock of seeing them. “Yeah, I haven’t called her yet. Figured I’d give her a call durin’ the day. Was kind of busy movin’ in. How are you?”
“I’m great. Damn, it’s good to see you.” He smiles again. “Morgan is comin’ for dinner tomorrow night. You should join her. It will be great to catch up.”
“Uhm, yeah sure …” But, if Aiden is here? “Is it only you around here, Aiden, or the whole family?” I ask. I really need the heads up.
“No, the whole family actually. You remember,” he smirks, “we’re all cops.” He looks down the row of cars parked outside the building and I follow his eyes and sure as hell there it is, Wyatt’s Ford. “Yeah, they’re all here already, although they might be out and ‘bout, especially Wyatt. He takes to the road as soon as he comes in. I have to run in. Hope I’ll be seein’ you tomorrow, Scarlett. Welcome to town.” He greets and leaves me standing stunned at the entrance.
My eyes lock on Wyatt’s car. This is so bad. I’m fucked. I can’t believe this is happening!
I turn to open the door again when again it opens. Someone rushes out. He bumps into me and his hands clamp down on my arms. The world stops turning, hell freezes over, the stars fall from the sky – you know the apocalypse kinda happens in the form of Wyatt’s voice.
I can’t bring myself to look up and face him. I stand frozen, my eyes on his chest. I feel every drop of blood rush to who-knows-where, because it sure isn’t in my body anymore.
I feel him freeze and I can imagine his face looks pretty much the same as mine.
“Wyatt,” I finally manage to breathe his name.
My fingers are starting to feel numb. I’m going to drop the helmet.
I have to move. I have to go in and get away from this totally insane morning.
I pull free and at the same time glance up. His eyes are blazing with little sparks of anger. “It’s good to see you’re alive,” he snaps and I flinch back from the anger in his voice. “Do you have any fuckin’ idea what you’ve put me through?” His voice drops low, like real low.
“I’m
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