Page 58 of Petty Deadly Gorgeous

They clustered together desks around the room and I wound my way through them to the back, where Sean and I shared that office.

I set his coffee on his desk and went around to my desk, pulling out my new chair and sitting down. It still felt weird that a seat would mold to ass, but I couldn’t deny the comfort.

Flipping on my computer, I waited for it to wake up and go through all the processes while I read over the small stack of pink message papers on my desk. As I checked the dates and times, it occurred to me that Sean should’ve been here to respond to some of them.

So why wasn’t he here during that time? He told me he was coming back to the station.

I heard his off-key whistling and took a deep breath, knowing I had a part to play.

“Howdy, partner!” He came in and pull out his chair, flopping into it. “Coffee? Is it my birthday?”

“Shut up.” I joked. “I buy you coffee.”

“I know.” He smiled. “So, did you get her out of your system?”

“Get who out of my system?” I asked, drinking my coffee.

“The Bishop chick. She was snooty.” He sat forward and picked up the coffee. “But she was eyein’ you, man. I was hoping maybe you hit it to forget it.”

Sitting back in my chair, I tilted my head. “You feeling okay?”

“Better than I have in weeks.” He shrugged.

“The wife give you some?” I teased.

Sean winked at me, took a drink of the coffee and smiled. “Sure. We’ll go with that.”

Keep it together, Dominick. You have twenty-eight more days to go. And you can’t shoot him inside the station.

“How’d you like that diner yesterday?” If I couldn’t hurt him yet, I could at least enjoy the fact that he ate long pig and loved it.

“Damn. That was some goooooooood barbeque. We should go there again.”

“Yeah.” I nodded. “We could do that.” I split up the messages and tossed half onto his desk. “Divide and conquer time.”

“Let’s do it.” He laughed and tilted his head back, draining his coffee.

1 week later

I spent the weekend with Anna and Jon in bed and this time I felt like a god. No muscle aches, no lack of sleep. Just good old-fashioned fucking and eating.

Parking my car, I doctored his coffee and took both cups in. I steeled myself for the switch from peace to noise and ended up pleasantly surprised when the bull was much tamer than it had been in previous weeks.

The captain gave me a nod as I walked by his office, making my way to the back, where Sean had his head on the desk.

“You look rough, man.” I set his coffee down. “Long weekend?”

“Weird week.” He groaned and sat up. “Thanks for the coffee.” He lifted it to hip lips. “Where do you get it from? I really like the taste.”

“The fast-food place between here and Castle Hollow.” I took a drink from mine. “I agree. They made decent coffee.”

“Moody.” He leaned forward. “Are you still hittin’ that?”

I can’t wait to pull your fingernails off one at a time.

“Yeah. Bed’s comfy, food’s good, and the pussy can keep up.” I deadpanned.

“Just don’t go movin’ in.” He laughed and looked at his wristwatch. “Hey, we’re due up to the elementary in an hour to talk to the little ones.”

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