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He grunted, going back to his files.
“What about that?” I asked as one of the men threw something out of the car. “What happens when you see them throw something out of the car? Does another cop go and get it?”
“Uh-huh,” he said distractedly. “There’s a button on the camera that lets us mark the spot where the evidence was dropped. We can follow the coordinates to the exact location it was dropped.”
Huh, that was interesting. I’d never heard of that.
“Do y’all wear those personal cameras like they are?” I asked, not bothering to look at him.
It felt too good to have him running his fingers through my hair to move.
If I could purr, I’d be doing it right at that moment.
“No. KPD isn’t able to afford them, although they’ve been mentioned before. With all the attacks on the police officers around the country, it’s better if a police officer were to have viable proof as to what happened. That way they can’t say that the suspect wasn’t doing anything wrong. The body cameras are for our benefit, not the public,” he explained.
“Hmm,” I muttered, thinking about what he’d said.
I’d never thought about it from that point of view before.
Of course I’d worried about my father going out there and getting hurt in the line of duty, but I’d never thought about the law being turned around on him as Downy was explaining.
Which was an eye opener, because I’d thought that I was okay with Downy being a police officer. I guess I’d never really understood the sheer amount of things that a cop had to do to defend himself against people while he was at work.
I closed my eyes in thought, thinking about all the times my father had been threatened.
Had Downy had any of those cases?
“Downy?” I asked.
“Hmm?” He replied.
“Your job scares me,” I admitted.
He tugged on my hair lightly, acknowledging that he’d heard me. “You’ll get used to it.”
“And if I don’t?” I asked with a wee bit of annoyance.
“Then I’ll fuck it out of you,” he growled. “Remind you what you’d be missing if I wasn’t around anymore.”
Sadly, I could do nothing else but agree.
I didn’t really know what kind of future Downy and I had right now, but I couldn’t wait to see where it led.***The next morning, at four seventeen, Downy’s alarm went off and he groaned, rolling out of bed in exhaustion.
“Where you goin’?” I asked half asleep.
He stretched, lifting his arms up high over his head. “To work out.”
His voice was sleep roughened and sexy, making my girly parts flutter slightly.
However, they weren’t excited enough to wake up fully, yet.
Not when we’d gone to sleep at nearly one in the morning.
I didn’t bother asking him why he was working out this early. It was more than obvious that he’d had to do quite a bit of working out to get a body like he had.
He trailed his hand down my exposed leg as he walked past my side of the bed into his closet, causing me to smile.
“Night,” I said before drifting back into sleep.
I woke, once again, for real, around nine in the morning when my alarm went off, alerting me that I had a little over an hour to get my clothes on and get to school.
I’d most likely be late, but that was okay. Today was only a lecture, and I’d listen to the recording for the first half later if I had a need to.
It was when I was showering that I heard a knock on my door.
Well, more like a pound.
Peter started barking furiously, as well as what sounded suspiciously like Mocha.
Why hadn’t she gone with Downy?
Turning off the taps, I threw a towel around me, and then a robe over that.
Slipping my feet into slippers, I walked to the door and looked through the peephole.
My brows lowered as I opened the door to a beautiful woman with long red hair. “Yes?”
She smiled fleetingly at me. “You’re Memphis?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
She wilted visibly. “I…I need a favor from you.”
Turning my head I asked, “Who are you?”
She looked embarrassed for a few moments. “I’m sorry. I’m Downy’s sister, Ridley.”
I blinked.
Downy had a sister? Since when?
Shouldn’t the woman that’d been warming his bed know that he had a sister?
“Uh, yeah. Come on in,” I said, opening my door wide.
Mocha and Peter, curious, walked up to Ridley and licked her hands.
She smiled slightly down at the dogs, but enfolded her arms up, keeping them out of reach.
She looked incredibly uncomfortable, but not more than me standing in my kitchen talking to my lover’s sister, while I was practically naked.
“So, how can I help you, Ridley?” I asked her.
She sighed. “My father and my brother are going at it outside, and he told me to come up here. Said to knock on your door and you’d let me in.”
I nodded. “Yeah, sure you can come in. What’re they fighting about?”
I asked that as I walked around the island in my kitchen and started a pot of coffee.
She followed me, taking a seat at the island, and said, “The land. What they always fight about.”
She sounded tired. Really tired.
“Does this happen often?” I asked in concern.
She nodded. “At least once a week. My father works for Downy’s neighbor, Ronnie Prescott. Prescott wants the land that Downy was given when his father died, and my dad makes it his business to try to convince Downy to sell.”
“Hmm,” I said.
I didn’t really know what to say to that. That seemed kind of trivial to fight over, in my opinion.
At least Downy’s father wasn’t trying to keep track of his every move like mine did.
“Ronnie hates Downy since he looks just like his dad,” Ridley explained.
“Just like your dad? Why would that matter?” I asked, handing her a cup of coffee.
She took it and started dumping the milk and sugar into it the moment I placed it next to her.
“My father isn’t Downy’s father. Downy’s father died when he was fourteen, of an accident at his oil rig,” Ridley explained. “Our mother was seeing Ronnie when she met Alec, Downy’s father.”
