Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
I had a sequence of events worked out in my head and wasn’t planning to throw myself off by losing my head now. But that motherfucker’s day was coming.
I went out to the squad room where my team was waiting for their orders. After I’d given them their details for the day they filed out one by one but I noticed the looks being thrown my way. What the fuck? Did I have something stuck in my teeth or some fuck?
Rawlins, one of my best men and the one who I’d been closest to before my life went to shit hung back. “So, it’s good to see you making it back among the living.” He grinned and slapped my shoulder.
No one had touched me in almost a year. They had learned early on to stand back, not to enter my personal space for any reason after the first few attempts had been met with cold distance.
“What are you talking about?” He pointed to a spot on my neck. “Pretty good love bite there buddy who is she?” I clamped my hand over my neck and left him standing there as I headed back to my office.
Rifling through my desk drawer I found the mirror I kept there for emergencies. Like when Dee was getting on my nerves and I left the house without a shave.
“Well, I’ll be damned.” I don’t remember her getting me there. The smile that spread across my face was among the first in a very long time. I picked up the phone and called her. She picked up on the third ring.
“You marked me?” Even this, a simple thing like a phone call meant so much. That I could hear her voice any time I wanted, that I had the right now to search her out whenever the need hit, was something I had been looking forward to for a long time.
“Is that a problem? I figured it works both ways.” She was her old sassy self this morning.
“Baby you do know you have nothing to worry about on that score right.” How could she even think it?
“I thought that thirteen years ago too remember.” There was no real censure in her voice but I got the point.
“Touché, I guess I deserve that. I’ll see you later, maybe we can do lunch if nothing comes up on my end.”
“I’d like that, I gotta go, kinda busy here.”
“Okay sweetheart, I’ll catch you later.” I hung up and took a moment to appreciate the difference in this day and the one that came before. Life truly is a rollercoaster ride.
I went through the files on my desk, going over my guys’ work and making sure all the write-ups were in order from the night before.
I didn’t have any calls so didn’t need to be out in the field and two of my best men were bringing in the suspect in my last case. Hopefully, that one would be the last of its kind that they’ll sic me on.
The case had been too cut and dried for my brand of expertise. There were no surprises, no need to figure out who’d done what. But they’d been giving me time to get my feet back in after I came back from leave.
I wouldn’t have accepted leave had I not had my own agenda. What the fuck good was sitting around in my house alone with my thoughts gonna do? But their forced leave gave me the excuse and the time I needed to get what I needed done.
I got lost in work for the next few hours with a few moments of reminiscing in between. Last night and this morning had been beyond anything I could’ve imagined.
I mean I knew our reunion was going to be one for the books, but it surpassed all expectations. I’d expected more fight out of her but didn’t think any less of her for giving into me so easily.
Not that I’d given her much of a choice. But still, I’d expected her to at least slug me one the way I’m sure she’s been fantasizing all these years.
After last night a lot of things had changed for me. It was one thing to imagine a thing and quite another to actually live it. I wasn’t as prepared for the way having her back with me would make me feel. Hadn’t given much thought to the shakeup it would be.
I’d only seen as far as getting her back by any means necessary. Emotion never played a part in my planning. At least, not the ones I was now faced with.
I was tempted to move up my process but knew that if I rushed anything and screwed up there, the life I wanted to share with her would be fucked.
No way would I jeopardize that. It was going to be tough making my midnight trips with her in my bed, but I could always play it off as work. Besides I was right on schedule. I got my woman back and I’d already taken care of three of the players.