Page 98 of Beyond the Badge: Nox

Not carrying protection just derailed this whole thing.

“I do.”

She what?“You do?” He frowned. “Why?” The other day she admitted, like him, she hadn’t had sex in a while, so why was she carrying condoms?

“On the off chance I had the opportunity to have sex in a community center closet with a member of my grief group. In fact, I think one of those condoms is labeled for that particular use.”

The fact that she managed to say all that with a serious expression…

“That’s pretty damn specific.”

She shrugged. “I like details.”

“How about the detail on the location of that earmarked condom?”

With her full bottom lip snagged between teeth, she lifted a finger and two seconds later was gone.

He blinked.

Someone acted extremely enthusiastic about having sex with him again. Maybe she was the one needing the therapist.

Within a minute, she was barreling back through the door and shutting it behind her. She carried a large purse that was brown and tan and had some sort of gold symbol printed all over it.

Whatever designer it was, Nox had a feeling that accessory cost almost as much as his Harley.

“While you were out there, did you lock the door to the meeting room?”

“No,” she answered with her head down as she dug through that overpriced bag. “It would be futile since the janitor has the key.”

“Does the closet door have a lock?”

“Not that I saw,” she murmured, still digging.

How much shit did she have in there? He didn’t want to know.

Every time Jackie had handed him her purse to hold, it almost strained his arm. A woman could probably survive a month lost in the wilderness as long as they had their purse.

Glancing at the door, he noticed no lock, so he grabbed the easiest tool to keep people from walking in on them. He jammed a folding chair under the doorknob.

“Smart.” When he turned, she was holding up a foil wrapper in her hand. “See? Just like a Girl Scout. I came prepared.”

“But you didn’t think I was ever coming back to group.”

She lifted her eyebrows in answer.

This woman was too damn smart, as well as intuitive. “You knew I would.”

“I’ve been doing this for a while, Nox.”

“So, you figured I’d come back. But did you really plan on having sex in the closet?”

“Look, stop asking questions and just be happy that I thought ahead.” She shook her head and placed her purse next to his hat.

“You planned on using that with me?”

“I sure as hell didn’t plan on boinking some random guy on the street.”

“Boinking?”

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