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She sighed and started gathering her things. “JJ got in an accident. It wasn’t her fault, but hercar’stotaled and my husband’s in a meeting with the commissioner all afternoon. I have to go. Thank you for offering to buy me lunch. I’ll have to take a rain check.”
“Of course, Brit. I’ll treat you to lunch next week, okay?” I offered.
She smiled at me gratefully before giving me a half hug and walking out of the door.
I stared after her with a growing sadness growing inside of me.
God, what I wouldn’t give to have someone need me like that.
To have someone to call if I ever needed anything.
Sure, I had Brittany...but she wasn’t family. She wasn’t my lover. She wasn’t my blood. She was my best friend with a life of her own.
“Can I get you anything to eat, ma’am?” The waiter asked.
I looked at the menu and made a quick decision. “Yes, I’ll have the honey grilled chicken. I want mashed potatoes and asparagus, please.”
He nodded as I placed my order and left.
I stared out the window at the passing traffic and wondered what the hell I’d do the rest of the day.
I’d taken off from my second job, which was now in an actual salon instead of at the shady funeral home that funneled drugs in their coffins. I’d stopped going to school, and to top it off, I was behind on nearly every one of my bills since my brother up and left, taking his half of the rent (when he paid, that was) with him.
It didn’t surprise me in the least that my bosses, Gustavo Amadeus and Ray Platt, were criminals, either.
I’d read about the secret drug transporting business that Gustavo ran. About how he’d transported drugs in return for money by using coffins and hearses.
I still couldn’t believe all the stuff I’d been so oblivious to; everything that I’d had a sixth sense about ever since I’d started working there.
They’d always given me the creeps, and it just goes to show that I should always trust my instincts.
Not that those instincts had worked in time to warn me that Loki was a cop.
The one man I let myself start to have feelings for was also the one to destroy me.
God, I was such an idiot.
“Hi there, Detective Rector, how are you today?” The chirpy hostess asked from her position at the stand.
I was sitting at the very corner booth closest to the door, and all that I had to do was raise my eyes up a fraction of an inch to find myself staring into the pale baby blues of the object of my affection.
The waitress’ smile was warm and friendly, but I knew for a fact the answering one wasn’t really a smile, but more of a grimace trying to be a smile.
He looked good.
His hair was just as short as the last time I’d seen him, and he’d put on a lot more weight.
No longer was he skinny. Now he was what I’d like to call buff.
His attire was much the same as the last time I’d seen him, too.
Crisp blue jeans, black polo with the letters BPD embroidered above the breast, and a pair of black motorcycle boots.
Oh, and a woman on his arm.
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Loki
