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His family expected him to marry a good, Irish Catholic girl. I was of French descent and a non-practicing Protestant.
He worked even more than I did.
“No, just the car wash and vacuuming will be fine.”
His flirty grin fell at the same time Tommy’s face morphed into a wide smirk.
“Oooh, rejected.”
Brian scoffed. “You better hopeyou’rerejected where you’re headed. Although, I think the boys in prison are going to love you.”
Tommy’s smile disappeared, and Brian’s was back—more smug than flirty now.
Either way, I liked it too much and I needed to shut that thought right down. I’d learned my lesson in college about what a flirty workaholic with a handsome face could do to my heart.
“I’m going to get some supplies to clean your scrapes before I send you to x-ray.”
Tommy laid down on the bed, crossed his ankles, and put his free hand behind his head like there was no place he’d rather be. “Sounds good. Take your time.”
Brian growled, “Enjoy yourself while you can.”
I needed to put some space between me and the sergeant before I started imagining waysIwould enjoy myself in his presence.
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Brian
I seriously thought about dislocating Tommy’s shoulder just so I would owe Jade a daily car wash or vacuum. And I didn’t care what she said, I’d talk her into letting me make her dinner and rub her feet.
She’d been my secret crush ever since she came back to Haven Springs five years ago, after she’d finished college.
Even though she’d been a year behind me, I’d always thought she was cute in high school, in a nerdy girl kind of way. But damn, she’d bloomed into a beautiful woman while she’d been gone. And it was funny, now that I was ten years older and wiser, I thought her nerdiness only made her hotter.
But I never acted on my attraction. Getting involved with women out of my league hadn’t ended well for me in the past.
Jade was the type of woman you married, not had a roll in the hay with for a night. Which seemed like the only thing I had time for these days. Although, preferably when I was out of town. Lord knows I didn’t need my one-night stand gossip hanging over me, or worse, getting back to my mother.
Or my dad, who was also the chief of police, and as such, my boss. When he hired me the day after I turned twenty-one, he’d been sure to remind me that I now had a higher standard to live up to. It didn’t matter if I was wearing a uniform or not, people were going to judge and have an opinion on what they deemed acceptable for one of Haven Springs’ finest.
Taking someone home after a night of drinking at Hannigan’s and not calling her again would probably be considered unacceptable. Not to mention my mother would no doubt know about it before I even got home.
So yeah—I kept it clean. Polite. Professional, even when I was off duty.
Except maybe where Jade was concerned.
Whenever she was around, I shamelessly flirted with her like it was my job, but I knew nothing could come of it right now, even if it was her face I pictured when I thought about my future wife and mother of my children.
Or when I jacked off in the shower.
