Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 72561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“Temper, temper,” Viddy joked as we watched him hustle away.
“He’s been busy at work, and I’ve been busy with work and the kids. He feels neglected and doesn’t like when I talk about other men’s asses,” I explained with a grin.
Viddy’s smile was brilliant. “But what a fine ass it is to check out!” Viddy agreed.
I rolled my eyes. “So, I hear Trance finally got a cover up on his tattoo this past weekend.”
Viddy giggled. “Yeah, he did. I told him it was time.”
Three years ago, Trance and Loki had gotten drunk at Loki’s bachelor party, and came home with tattoos.
Loki’s had said, ‘Orgasm Donor’ on his abdomen, near the waistline of his jeans. Trance’s had been worse. His had said, ‘Fuck the police’ on his left forearm. Normally, it wouldn’t have been a big deal, but with them both being upstanding police officers, it wasn’t a good idea to be sporting that kind of ink, whether you could see it or not.
“What’d he cover it with?” I asked as I pushed the double stroller carrying both of my children to the bleachers they’d set up.
Justice and Glory were both sleeping, which was to be expected for half past noon. This was their naptime, and normally they were at home and asleep at this time.
“It’s an anchor with some detail work. There wasn’t much you could do to cover up such bold black lines. He’s happy with the end product, though. The Chief told him he had to cover it, or he couldn’t wear his short sleeved uniform shirt ever again. Regardless of whether he had the sleeve covering it or not,” she sighed as she pushed her own stroller up against the bleachers and took a seat.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
A year ago, Loki had gotten into a scuffle while he was questioning a suspect, and his shirt had ridden up, exposing his belly for all to see. The ten or fifteen iPhones readily available got plenty of good pictures of the orgasm donor, and he’d gotten a good talking to by the chief.
The next day, he’d started the deep black curling lines of the Samoan tattoo that he’d wanted for years.
It’d taken over five visits to finish, but the end product was exceptional. And sexy as hell.
“Wow,” Viddy said with wide eyes. “I didn’t realize he was going to have a human target for this demonstration.”
My eyes turned to the man walking out onto the field, and I knew, with a sudden pounding of my heart, that it was Loki in that padded suit.
“I’m going to kill him,” I growled and stood up.
Viddy grasped my hand tightly. “It’s too late. He’s already started,” she gestured with her fingers.
“Well Kosher better hope he finishes the job, because if he doesn’t, I will.”
Then I watched as my husband was attacked by a deadly trained police dog.
Repeatedly.
***
“Do you want to go eat at Tele’s?” I asked as I strapped Justice into his car seat.
Loki started shaking his head adamantly. “No, I arrested someone there last week.”
I sighed.
That was a standard answer for him, sadly.
“Okay; well then, where?” I questioned as I closed the back door to the truck.
He waited to answer until I was seated next to him.
“Uhh, how about The Blind Tiger?” he asked.
I glared at him. “That’s a bar. You can’t take kids to a bar.”
“We take them to Halligans and Handcuffs all the time,” he shot back.
I gave him a droll look. “Yes...but that’s because y’all own that place. And it’s a restaurant and bar. You also don’t see me taking them there after seven.”
He snorted. “Whatever.”
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, and lifted up my ass to reach underneath and withdraw a handful of bullets that must’ve slipped free off the ammo bag I’d moved off the seat when I’d gotten in.
Placing them on the seat, I said, “How about Cracker Barrel?”
He wasn’t listening to me though. His eyes were on the man just ahead of us that was weaving in between the two lanes.
Closing my eyes, I let it play out, just as it’d done many, many times in the last three years.
“I need you to run some plates for me. And send a unit to Duncan Road and Sheffield Drive. Alpha. Boy. Seven. Liver. Four. Queen. Boy. 10-4,” Loki said into his radio.
The radio was a part of him, just as his wedding ring. Gun. Badge. And Dixie Wardens cut.
He very rarely left the house without those things.
I must’ve dozed off, as did the kids, because I wasn’t even aware of him pulling over behind the car, talking to the other officers on scene, or getting back into the truck.
Instead, I woke up when we were pulling into the Chinese restaurant.
“Chinese again?” I questioned huskily.
He smiled apologetically. “Sorry, babe. You’ll have to go in and order it, though. I think Barney’s working today.”
Barney was the owner of Magic China. He was also arrested by Loki a little over a year ago for abusing his wife. Although Barney’s wife forgave Barney, Barney never forgave Loki, and refused to serve him.
Which was why I always had the pleasure of doing business with Barney.
“Thanks,” I muttered and exited the truck.
Barney was indeed working, but he refrained from saying any ugly words. For once.
That probably had a lot to do with his elderly mother sitting on the barstool at the front of the store, though.
“Free Wan-ton soup,” Barney glowered at me as he handed over my order.
I took it, smiling thankfully. “Have a good day, Barney.”
He didn’t reply as I exited the store.
The trials and tribulations of being a police wife sometimes seemed exuberant at times, but when I opened the door to find Loki singing Disney songs to our children, I knew all those trials were worth it.
The man was the light of my life, and I’d do anything for him.
***
Loki
The house was completely dark when I entered.
After eating with the kids, we’d just started getting them in bed when I was called out for a homicide.
Luckily, Channing now made her own hours.