Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 82282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Both of them stared at me incredulity. “You can swim?”
I snorted. “Of course.”
I was being held up by both of them, or was until they suddenly dropped my arms like they were on fire to see if I was telling the truth.
When I stayed up with the power of my legs only, they growled the exact same low, menacing growl, and started swimming to the side.
“Hey,” I said indignantly. “I wasn’t the one who threw me in! Why are you mad at me?”
They were both sopping wet, but my eyes drifted to Trance’s body as he shucked out of his wet clothes. Shirt first, then his jeans. “You’re just lucky none of my stuff was in my pockets. You’d have really been in trouble then.” He said.
Two large splashes from the opposite direction had me turning in time to see two very excited puppies swimming towards me.
I played with them for a couple minutes, tossing a rubber duck for them to retrieve, much to Trance’s annoyance.
“We need to go.” He growled.
“Yes, dear.” I said cheekily.
Miller was sitting in the lounge chair on the other side of the pool, so I made sure to throw the rubber duck in his direction as I walked inside, trailing a river of water behind me as I went.
Once I was in Trance’s room, I stripped out of my wet clothes and looked around the room.
Since I only had the clothes I was wearing, which were now wet, and the clothes from last night, I had to improvise a bit. I could wear my jeans and the camisole I’d had on the night before, but there was no way I was wearing dirty panties, and I wasn’t wearing wet ones either.
Which left me with only one option.
Going into the bathroom, I took another quick shower to wash the chlorine out of my hair. I got partially dressed with just my camisole and underwear before heading to the bathroom to blow-dry my hair. I was brushing it out when Trance found me.
“What are you doing?” He asked looking at me weirdly.
Looking up, I regarded him with raised eyebrows. “Brushing my hair?” Duh.
“Why are you wearing my underwear?” He asked.
I rolled my eyes. “Mine were dirty.”
“What’s going on with your vagina?”
I looked down and laughed. “It’s my clip.”
Reaching down, I grabbed the clip that was still hanging on by one tine out of my underwear and tossed it onto the counter. It blended well, so from his vantage point, all it did was make me look like I was packing.
“Why’d you have it there?” He asked.
I checked the eye roll that was threatening and answered facetiously.
“I was curious.”
“About what you’d look like if you had a dick?” He asked warily.
Suppressing the grin that wanted to take over my face, I said, “Not necessarily. More like what it would feel like to have something between my legs like you do.”
He took in the mirth that danced in my eyes and walked up behind me. “Honey, you’d need a lot more than a clip to fill out these underwear like I do.” He teased.
“So my ass doesn’t look good in these?” I asked as I wiggled it against his front.
He gripped my hip tightly, stopping my movement. “Your ass looks fan-fucking-tastic. But we have places to be, so how about you get your ass in gear?” He said just before he smacked said ass. Hard.
I yelped and threw my brush at him, but he’d ducked out the door just in time.
“Asshole!” I called at his retreating figure.
“Always have been!” He called back.
***
“Where are we going?” I asked as I followed Trance through a rear door at the back of the police station.
“Through the back. If we go through the front we have to combat the citizens there filing their own reports.” He explained congenially.
I knew we were going through the back. It was obvious to everybody and their brother we were going through the back.
“Oh,” I said. “So you’re not hiding me?”
He turned and gave me a look over his shoulder that practically shouted ‘are you fucking with me’ but didn’t say anything.
“Hey, how come you’re wearing your badge if you’re off today?” I asked as I walked behind him.
He raised one shoulder before answering. “I don’t know. I always have.”
“Well why wouldn’t you wear your gun if that was the case?” I asked as we pushed through a door that was lined with doors.
“I am wearing one. In fact, I’m wearing two.” He said as he opened the door near the end of the hallway and gestured me through.
I followed dutifully.
“Where?” I asked curiously as he continued walking fast in front of me.
He held up the back of his shirt in answer and I saw the broad black grips of his gun at the small of his back.
“Why are you walking so fast? It’s making me breathe hard.” I said as I took in the large bustling room.
It was one big open space with desks every ten feet or so. Probably fifteen desks in all with uniformed and plain clothes milling about throughout.
I stopped at a table towards the front of the room that had a box full of donuts and a water cooler for a snack and drink while I waited for Trance to notice he lost me. He disappeared around a corner and I turned to survey the array of delicacies.
I decided on a cream filled one first, and finished it off before going to the chocolate covered ones second. I was halfway done with that one when I saw Trance come back around the corner and start scanning the room.
His eyes narrowed on me when he finally spotted me, and I waved at him before shoving the rest of the donut in my mouth.
He made a come on gesture with his fingers, and I followed. Not before I grabbed another donut, though. This one was custard filled.
“Oh man, these are delicious.” I said to Trance once I reached him.
He glared at the offending donut before grabbing my hand and urging me forward at the same pace I told him was too fast earlier.