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I rolled my eyes.
“It looks bad when your daddy tries to fix everything,” I said stiffly. “I told you when I took this job with Kilgore that I didn’t want you interfering. I know you mean well, but this is a part of me growing up.”
When I’d come home after my four-year stint in the Navy, it’d been with the understanding that if I came home, I would apply for KPD. I would go through the rookie training. Then I would do what needed to be done on my end. All without my father’s help.
Because, despite being an adult, I was still looked upon as a kid. Downy’s kid. And a lot of them still treated me as such.
“He has a point,” Luke said.
Luke was my father’s best friend, and also the chief of police.
“Fuck off.” Dad stood. “Fine, I’m going. But don’t give him shit duty, okay? He’s too good for that. You’re going to be wasting the kid’s talents if you do.”
My father slammed out of the office moments later, and I looked blandly at Luke as if I was waiting for him to comment on it.
He didn’t.
“I have a new unit,” he said. “I’m not saying you did anything wrong. And this unit is brand new. Totally and completely a test experiment. The unit may disband in a couple of months if it doesn’t work like I think it will.”
I raised a brow at him.
“What is this unit?” I asked.
“A motorcycle unit.”
Chapter 1
Why do ducks have to be in a row at all?
-Lock’s secret thoughts
Lock
Six months later
“God, this fuckin’ cake is fucking amazing.” I groaned, loving the way the creamy texture of the icing tasted. “Who made this?”
Royal, one of my good friend’s fiancée, smiled.
“I know, right?” Her face sobered then. “Her name is Saylor Spada. She has a business that she runs out of her house, Dixie’s Cakes.” She frowned. “I’m so sad that she’s leaving.”
The thought of never getting a taste of a cake this good ever again really left me feeling sad.
I was a huge fan of sweets. If I passed a bakery, there was about a ninety-nine percent chance that I wasn’t going to stop myself from running in and trying something inside.
Hence the reason I ran five miles five days out of the week and lifted weights like it was going out of style.
I had to double up my workouts and add on mileage just to fuel the habit.
“I think I was supposed to pick up a cake from her once. I didn’t actually get the chance to get it because I was running late. Rune had to end up picking up her own cake.” I paused. “Why’s she leavin’?”
Justice, my good friend and a fellow motorcycle patrol unit operator that sometimes partnered with me, sauntered into the room.
He took one look at my half-eaten slice of cake and narrowed his eyes.
“That’s my wedding cake,” he said.
“Actually,” I corrected him. “This was a sample of the wedding cake. Since you couldn’t be here, I graciously volunteered to help her try it.”
