Page 118 of Bazooka
There it was, that word again.
And triple fuck.
“Okay,” I said with a sigh, giving up. “Goodbye.”
“Goodbye.”
When I finally reached the station and saw Luz standing by the curb with a longing look on his face, I cursed under my breath. Then I double cursed because Vincent, who stood next to him, looked unable to protect his own shadow. Why the fuck was he letting Luz stand in the middle of the street like a sitting duck?
“Kochanie,” Luz exclaimed, running up to me for a hug when I raised my hand in warning. “No. Behave. Place of work, remember?”
He lowered his gaze, blushing.
“Shit. I forgot. I’m stupid, aren’t I?”
“It’s fine, and you’re not stupid. Let’s go.”
He nodded, reaching for my hand, only to stop himself.
“Sorry. Brain leak. It won’t happen again.”
I was still processing it all when we reached the main office. I walked in first, scanning the disinterested faces. Adam, whowas staring at his computer screen, Jordan, eating his sandwich, Maddox dozing off in his chair, and Patricia scrolling through her phone. Chief Bibb was in his office, drinking something green while looking as if he was about to barf.
No one paid us any attention, at least until Luz spoke.
“Boys, girls, and theys, guess what happened? Bazooka and I finally fucked.”
I blinked in shock, thinking that I’d heard him wrong, when he continued.
“And let me tell you, mini-Bazooka would make a lesser man rethink his perilous adventure, but not yours truly. Nope, I took it like a man.”
Jordan choked on his sandwich, spitting out a piece of a gherkin.
Maddox burst into laughter. “You’re a ridiculous person, Zablonsky.”
I buried my face in my hands. “Jesus. H. Christ.”
“What’s the big deal?” Luz said, batting his eyelashes at me. “We said we wouldn’t hide it, honeybun.”
I will kill you, I mouthed, when Adam spoke through laughter. “Shit, Bazooka. You really have balls of steel.”
“Was that what you told yourself while you were spooning with Jordan the other night?” I asked him because fuck him.
Adam shot out of his chair, red in the face.
“Take it back, asshole! I wasn’t spooning with that weirdo. He came to bed while I was asleep.”
“To his own bed?” I mocked him. “How dare he?”
Jordan snickered while Adam shot him a glare before speaking, “Mind your own business, Bazooka.”
“Likewise, Markland,” I countered, only to hear an unfamiliar voice behind me.
“Cheesy waffles with eggs and bacon,” the confused-looking courier said, looking at his phone. “It’s for… hubby dearest.”
“Oh, it’s for my boyfriend!” Luz exclaimed, passing by Patricia’s table and sending a stack of folders to the floor. “Sorry, Officer Vile. Just trying to make my man happy.”
Patricia smirked. “Maybe you should try less. Chasing a person doesn’t make an attractive sight.”
