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We kissed in the driveway, long and deep, until I swear to fuck it felt like my heart cracked open, and she spilled inside, filling it completely.
She collapsed into her car after, dreamy-eyed, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she was feeling the same way.
“Wow, okay,” she said with a soft smile. “Detective, I don’t know if I am in any condition to drive right now,” she added, that smile going playful.
“Listen, if I have to lock you up for reckless driving, we can’t order in take-out and spend the whole night in bed,” I told her.
“Oh, well, with those consequences, I better pull my act together,” she said as I opened her door for her.
She slid inside.
It was the last time I would see her for eight hours.
It felt like an eternity.
There was no way as I waved to her from my car as she walked in the door at work that I could have known our plans for the night would be thwarted.
By the very man who, in a sick and twisted way, brought us together in the first place.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Mari
I saw the cruiser as soon as it pulled into the lot.
As it turned to back into a spot, I noticed that it was the uniformed officer that had been at my house the night of the attack.
Not the woman.
That man.
Objectively attractive, but I couldn’t even appreciate that with how obsessed I suddenly found myself with Wells.
I mean… I knew I’d caught feelings, and had even been falling a bit for him.
But sometime between last night and this morning, it wasn’tfallinganymore. I’d fallen. Head-over and all that cheesy stuff.
My body felt finely tuned just to his hands, every touch setting off a symphony of pleasure and joy. I’d never experienced anything like it before.
When I was with him, I was completely consumed with him. Nothing else existed in the world.
It wasn’t just the sex, either.
I mean, good sex was hard to come by. Phenomenal, actually. But I wouldn’t be so obsessed if it was just sex, just orgasms.
It was him.
By all markers, a genuinely good man. The more we talked, the more I was sure of that.
He’d admitted that he’d first gone into law enforcement based on a high school aptitude test that said he would be well-suited for it.
“That, and when I looked into the salary in the state, I was sold,” he’d admitted a bit sheepishly.
As if physical therapy was my passion in life. I really just wanted a secure income at a job that wouldn’t feel like it was sucking out my soul.
I understood making practical decisions for your future.
He’d been lucky, though, in finding that he was not only good at it, but passionate about it. He really was eaten up by every case he hadn’t been able to solve, and gained so much satisfaction from solving them, from giving families closure, and putting away the bad guys.
