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He didn’t answer my question, instead continued with his interrogation. “Is that why you were headed to the beach yesterday? To find someone to hook up with?”
“I mean, I wouldn’t have been opposed if the right guy had come along to scratch that itch, but no, I was just planning onhaving a relaxing time reading by the water, then hanging out at my BFF’s. And you didn’t answer my question.”
“I honestly don’t remember. Since before I promoted to sergeant, I do know that.”
“Wasn’t that like, two years ago?”
“Two and a half.”
“Jesus, no wonder you’re grouchy.”
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Brian
I couldn’t help it, I laughed out loud at her dig. It was exactly what I needed to help get me out of my shitty mood that had been brought on thanks to her dream about her ex.
While she’d briefly grabbed my cock.
After I’d molested her in her sleep—but I’d conveniently tried to forget that little factoid while I’d worked myself into my grumpy state.
“I’m sorry I’m being a grouch. My leg hurts, and I’m out of pills.”
That wasn’t a lie. My leg had been killing me ever since I woke up that morning.
“You can alternate taking ibuprofen and acetaminophen to help manage your pain. I have both in my purse.” She handed me her bag. “Help yourself. They should be in the front pocket.”
“My mom instilled in me at a very early age that you don’t get into a woman’s purse. Just the thought of opening yours is making my palms sweat. I can wait until we stop.”
“Your mother raised you right. But honestly, I don’t mind. I don’t have any secrets in it. You need to get something in your system sooner rather than later.” She nudged her bag at me. “Inside front pocket.”
When I didn’t take it right away, she reminded me, “Circle of trust, remember?”
Yeah, I violated that hours ago.
Shit, I might as well go for broke.
I reached for her purse and opened it, surprised at how organized it was compared to what my mom’s had usually looked like. After unzipping the pocket she mentioned, I pulled out two travel-size bottles of pain reliever.
“I’ll buy you more when we go grocery shopping later.”
“They’re two-dollar pill bottles, Bri. I think I can swing it.”
I shook the bottles at her—one in each hand. “Which should I start with?”
“Since you just ate, I’d start with four ibuprofen tablets, then in three or four hours, you can take the acetaminophen.”
I took out the pills and tossed them in my mouth, then reached for the water bottle in the cup holder.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Sunshine. Thanks again for coming with me.”
She gave me a tender smile. “Of course, Bri. It’s going to be fun.”
Famous last words.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Jade
