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“Well, I’ll be damned.” Savannah cocks her head to the side. “That’s what the call sign for a god looks like?”
“So it would appear.” I grab the heat-proof bag and use a pair of tongs to transfer the tile. “Ready to go break into the garage and do this all over again?”
Savannah pumps one muscular arm. “Yes! It’s about time we get to do some crime!”
do the crime, pay the time
- Sharpe -
I trail a lazy hand over Pen’s bare back. “I think we should take this couch to the cabin with us once we move back in.”
“We certainly can’t put it back out in the waiting room.” Her fingernails scrape through the dark hair ringing my belly button. “Meredith has a firm policy about this kind of thing.”
“Oh?” My fingers drift up to run along her ribcage, marveling at how delicate she feels in my arms. “Did this happen so often in the Cleaner’s office that it needed a rule?”
Her hand moves counter to mine, dropping lower. “What do you think?”
My cock stirs, and I capture her questing hand, raising it to rest over my heart. “So, what’s the policy?”
“No sex on furniture clients will touch.” Her leg shifts against me, her skin silky soft on my hairy calf. “She thought she had her bases covered, but she underestimated many things clients actually touch.”
Laughter rumbles out of me while the warm air in the office swirls gently around us, the scent of our lovemaking mingling with the smell of the new leather couch where we lie naked, our limbs entangled, enjoying the languid afterglow where nothing else matters in the world.
Pen’s hand slips out from under mine to trace along the curve of my shoulder. “Now that you’ve won the election, what do you plan to do about it?”
My muscles tense, the reminder of my responsibilities settling back in. “I’m not sure yet. Part of me doesn’t believe it’s real, and that if I make plans around it, the whole thing will turn out to be invalid. I mean, when was the last time written-in votes elected someone to office?”
She remains silent, her hand tracing comforting circles on my chest.
“What would I even do as the mayor?” I gaze up at the ceiling. “Being a cop is in my blood.”
I love working alongside my team, whether it’s as the Captain of the Joint Task Force for Paranormal Investigation or head of the Bone Guard. The camaraderie, the excitement, the sense of purpose…it all keeps me grounded.
Uncertainty fills me. “I’ve spent my entire life in law enforcement. What do I know about politics?”
She lifts onto one elbow to stare down at me, her ash-blond hair slipping over her shoulder. “You’re one of the most capable people I know. Don’t forget, you were born to rule. That’s also in your blood.”
I snort at the reminder of my fae title. “Pretty sure I ran away from being a ruler, even back then. That’s how I got left behind when the veil closed. Or so my history book says.”
While I may have been royal in my first life, I don’t remember it and never will. What I know is how to be a cop.
Disquiet settles over me. “Will I even be allowed to accept the position? I’m under contract with the Bone Guard. Isn’t that a conflict of interest?”
“Humans would view that as community service,” she points out gently. “Your job doesn’t require you to be on the street every day. You can do both.”
“What if something slips through the cracks?” I touch her soft cheek. “What if there’s a supernatural threat we don’t catch in time because I’m too busy dealing with city politics?”
“Then we’ll handle it.” She turns her head to press her lips against my palm. “You have an entire team of people who have your back, remember? You’re not in this alone.”
“Right.” Emotion thickens my voice. “I forget that sometimes.”
“Which is why you have us to beat it into your thick skull.” Amusement twinkles in her golden eyes before she sobers. “The real question is whether you want to be mayor. It would mean having to deal with Chief Lynch and Captain Bailey again.”
“That’s one reason I’m actually considering accepting.” I press my head back against the padded arm of the couch. “If I don’t take the position, Bailey will become the official mayor, and he’s worse than Berdherst was.”
“Take Bailey and Lynch out of the equation.” She taps me on the forehead. “Can you bring good changes to Clearhelm?”
Warmth spreads through me, along with the tingle of excitement. “Yes, I think I can. There’s so much wrong with the city and how we support the Others, and that’s not going to change if the person in office doesn’t advocate for it.”
