Page 5 of Coming Home to You
“Okay, thanks, Sir,” the cop says, immediately walking over to the rest of his crew to start directing the search.
“Detective?”
“Yeah?”I say, turning back to the M.E.
“You, maybe wanna get a drink after work?”she asks, lowering her clipboard and sticking her tits out as she tries on a flirty smile now that we’re alone.Fuck me; she’s got balls asking for a date in the middle of crime scene.
“Ah, I don’t normally date colleagues,” I say, running a hand through my hair as I still let myself give her a quick once over.
She smiles at me, running her tongue over her bottom lip as she says, “Well, we’re hardly colleagues, are we?I mean technically, I don’t work at the station or for you.”
I take a deep breath, memories of Kelsey once more flashing through my brain.She and I had met when I was sixteen and taken on a job with her family at the inn.Mostly random maintenance shit on account of the fact that I was too young to tend bar in my granddad’s pub.She’d had balls too, but in a different way, flirting with me like a pro even though I was a year older than her.I’d admired her guts, along with her ass, and of course I’d eventually caved and asked her out on a date.I already knew who she was, I’d known before I’d even taken the job.
But that’s what you get in small towns.Everyone knows fucking everyone.
I shake my head, wondering if maybe a drink with this woman might be a good idea after all.God knows the last thing I need is to start reliving old times with Kelsey, again.Those days are over.
“Yeah?”she says and I swear she knows she’s got me.
“Fuck it, okay,” I say, pulling out a card and handing it to her.“Call me later when you know when you’ll be done.”
“Sounds good,” she purrs before she turns and walks away, her ass swinging because she knows I’m watching her.
As I do though, I can’t help but think she is nothing like Kelsey.There is absolutely nothing similar about them and maybe, that’s exactly what I need if I ever think I’m going to be able to let her go.
By five o’clock, I’m ready to head home.I haven’t heard from the M.E.and we’ve gotten no further in the case.The homeless guy turned out to be legit, the dog he was supposedly walking just a figment of his under-medicated imagination.
I walk out of the station and am about to turn towards the parking lot when a voice calls out.“Detective!”
Turning, I see her smiling face, her huge tits and her swinging hips as they walk towards me.I can’t help but be impressed, my dick even managing a slight twitch at the sight of her.Yeah, this is exactly what I fucking need.
“I thought you were calling me?”I say, a half smile on my face as she stops in front of me.She’s undone an extra button on her shirt since this morning, her cleavage on full display now.I don’t bother to hide my obviousness as I check her out.
“I know,” she says.“But I thought I’d drop by and surprise you.”
“Consider me surprised,” I respond, as I gesture to the Irish pub across the street.
We head over and as we walk inside, I do a quick look around to see if any of the boys from the station are here.This is our local and it’s probably a dumb fucking idea bringing the M.E.in here, but at the moment, I don’t really care.I’m not looking for any kind of long-term relationship with her.In fact I’d be happy with a quick fuck and a see you later, type thing.So I really don’t give a shit if half the station knows I’m planning to screw her.
But there’s no one here, the weekend team light, on account of Memorial Day weekend.Only those of us without family were lucky enough to be scheduled on today.I sure as shit don’t have any; I’ve barely spoken to mine since I left them ten years ago.Like Kelsey, they were just as pissed that I walked out, turned my back on the family tradition, and opted for the ‘big lights’ of the city.None of them knew what my real reasons for leaving were and as none of them had bothered to come and visit me, I hadn’t felt the need to go back and visit them either.
“Detective?”the M.E.asks, and I get the feeling I’ve missed something I was supposed to have been listening to.
“It’s Beck,” I say, smiling as I push the memories of this very day ten years ago to the back of my mind.“Call me Beck.”
She smiles at me.“I’m Miranda,” she says, reaching out her hand.
I take it in mine and my smile widens as we shake hands, Miranda’s finger lightly stroking the inside of my wrist.In that instant, I know I’m getting laid tonight.
Three hours and five pints of Guinness later, I’m feeling very relaxed and wondering what I can do to get this woman naked soon.Miranda is on her third glass of white wine and looks as though she’s drunk enough to be up for it right here in the bar.
“Did you always want to be a detective when you were growing up?”she asks, her tongue doing another once over of her full lips.
Her question threatens to reignite memories I don’t want to be thinking about.Right now, with the sounds of distant fireworks already ringing out, I need something that’s as far away from Memorial Day and Rockport and Kelsey as I can get.
“I don’t want to talk about that,” I say, smiling as I stand and reach out a hand to Miranda.
She takes it and I roughly pull her up, my other hand going to her hip as she stumbles slightly.“Oh,” she says, smiling when I don’t let go.“What do you want to talk about then?”
