It feels surreal. The cold air cuts at my arms as I stand there, feeling nearly naked on the street. The shoes they gave me cut into my heels. I can’t see clearly. I’m scared, so scared, and I don’t know what to do. I look left and right, hoping there’s someone I can call for help. There’s no one...
I don’t think I recognize the bouncer from the other night, but I was a little wasted by the time we got here. He doesn’t seem to know who I am, so that’s a relief. I don’t want to be recognized as the one who was attacked and nearly kidnapped. I’ve never wanted to be a victim. ...
I don’t have the strength to fight it. My body wants him. He sits up and pulls me onto his lap. I can feel the muscles of his long legs underneath my thighs. He’s holding me there, waiting for me to react. I don’t want to wait. I want his mouth on me. I want to forget Blake. I want reality to dis...
My ribs are killing me. It’s hard to breathe. I’d rather be at home on the couch, but this meeting with Ryan is important. I need that guy in more ways than one. He’s the only one I trust to give me the low down on what’s happening at the station. I’m a little early, and s...
I’ve got my coffee. The station is quiet, and shit here could be a lot worse. This gig has improved tenfold since I made Detective. No more Saturday nights pounding the pavement. No more drunken losers messing with me for the sake of it. It’s funny how everyone hates cops until the day they need ...
Carrie is the first thing on my mind. Carrie and what she could be doing right now. I call the hotel room. No answer. She must be with Cooper. The thought makes my jaw clench. The more I think about it the more I realize it’s time to have a serious conversation. We need to talk about what this is...