Page 59 of Coming Home to You
It’s been two days since I left Rockport.To say they’ve felt like two fucking years would be an understatement.Everything is dragging and this trial is really beginning to piss me off.This fucking idiot, who we arrested for the rape and murder of Jane Dixon and who everyone knows is guilty, continues to play hardball with his plea.I don’t know what the fuck he thinks he’s doing, but someone needs to slap him with a wasting-my-fucking-time charge and teach the little fucker a lesson.
The only good thing is there’s been nothing from Jason during the time I’ve been away.No messages, no incidents and no contact with Kels.I should be breathing a sigh of relief, but far too many years of experience tells me this is not a good sign.This is just a temporary reprieve, designed to lull us into a false sense of security before he does something.And this time, I know it’s going to be big; everything before this will be child’s play compared to what comes next.
I’ve kept in constant contact with Finn the whole time I’ve been back.He’s promised me his men are keeping an eye on Kels, around the clock.She’s moved back home, which pisses me off, but Finn has a guy parked there, twenty-four-seven, even when she’s not home.There’s also a guy at the inn and whenever she goes out, another one follows her.I smile as I imagine how much this will be starting to piss her off.She was cursing about it on the phone to me this morning; about some rookie standing outside the restroom when she went to take a piss.
“Hey,” Ryan says, walking into the courthouse and taking a seat on the bench beside me.We’re waiting to go in; apparently today is when I’ll be called up to the stand.I’m fucking glad, because the sooner I’m called, the sooner I can get the fuck out of here.
“Hey,” I say, giving my partner a quick glance.“You look like shit,” I tell him.Ryan grins, his eyes on his cell.It’s that shit-eating grin of his that tells me one thing.“You got laid last night?”
He turns to look at me now, shrugging as he says, “Sort of.”
I laugh.“Sort of?What the hell does sort of mean?You can’t remember if you stuck your dick in some pussy?”
Ryan shoots me a death glare now.“Notsomepussy, thank you very much,thepussy and yes, I know exactly what happened.”
“And,” I say, gesturing with my hand.“Care to elaborate?”
Ryan grins at me.“I’ve got two words for you, O’Loughlin,” he says.“Face.Time.”
I’m chuckling now as I shake my head at him.Can’t say I blame him.The photos Erin sent us last night of the two of them were amazing, and if I’d had the time, I wouldn’t have just had phone sex with Kels, I’d have hauled ass up to Rockport and had real sex with Kels.
“Fuck, I’ll be glad when this trial is over,” I say, running a hand through my hair.
“I know, right,” Ryan says, staring down at his cell phone again.“This guy is being a real pain in our asses.”
I glance over and see he’s staring at a picture of Erin from last night.It’s a full-length shot of just her, wearing the green dress she had on for the wedding.There’s no doubt she’s beautiful and judging from the look on Ryan’s face, he thinks so too.
“So, Summers,” I say, twisting on the bench so I’m facing him.“What’s the deal with you and the redhead then?”Ryan doesn’t say anything for a second, too distracted by the picture on his phone.“Hello,” I say, elbowing him.“Earth to lover boy, come in?”
Ryan finally drags his eyes away from his cell, smiling at me as he says, “What?”
I shake my head at him.“You’re fucking hopeless,” I say.“I asked, what’s the deal with you and Red?”
“What do you mean?”he asks and I know he’s stalling.He knows exactly what I fucking mean.
“Um, shit, I don’t know Ryan, where do you want me to start?”I say, laughing.“The fact that you can’t stop thinking about her, the fact that you’re still having sex with her, or the fact that youaren’thaving sex with anyone else?”
Ryan grins now.“Shit, O’Loughlin, I didn’t realize you were so hung up on my sex life.You jealous?”
“Fuck you,” I say.“You know exactly what I’m talking about.You like her, don’t you?”
“Sure I do,” he says, shrugging.“She’s hot and she’s fucking amazing in bed.”
I scoff.“Bullshit, it’s more than that,” I say.“You’re fucking whipped.”
Ryan leans back now, staring straight ahead as though he’s thinking about what I’ve just said to him.“Yeah,” he says, his words unsure, as though even he can’t believe he’s admitting this.“I think I am.”
I burst out laughing as I take in his worried look.“Calm down, Summers,” I say.“It’s actually a really good thing, you know.”
Ryan grins now.“More than good,” he says, winking as the court attendant walks out of the courtroom.
“Detective Beckham O’Loughlin?”he asks.
“That’s me,” I say, standing.
“You’re up.”
I nod and we follow this guy into the courtroom, hoping to fuck that this will all be over in a few hours and I can go home to Rockport and Kels.
