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“We are in a very public place, Darcy, and you licking your lips only makes me want to taste you.” He leans forward. “Everywhere.”

“Fuck,” I mutter in a low tone, as my body goes up in flames in zero-point-one seconds.

“Darcy.” This time his voice is deep, with a hint of warning, but I see desire looking back at me.

Holy shit.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CAL

Exiting my truck, my stomach growls, letting anyone close to me know that I am fucking starving.

Being on an early morning shift, I only ate breakfast, so now my stomach is screaming to be filled. As I am off for the rest of the day, I plan on filling up on greasy food, then visiting the grocery store for some snacks, before heading home to binge on some mind-numbing TV.

Maverick is working with his father on their bikes. Some quality father-son time is needed. Fuck, I wish I had that. My father kicked me out of the house when I told him that I liked to fuck men as well as women. He told me that no son of his, a cop no less, would be ‘like that.’

He was spitting nails when I was given the sheriff’s job; he tried to step in to stop me from getting it, but thankfully the department didn’t give a shit what he thought.

My parents do not support my sexuality, but my younger brother Campbell does, and we are in touch but not as much as I would like.

I push through the doors of the Crossroads Diner and the sweet scent of BBQ hits my senses, making my stomach growl again. Scanning the room, I take in the community and smile.

This is one of the reasons I came here to Fort Lauderdale. I like the sense of community and that people are there for each other. When the job came available here, I started my campaign to be sheriff. It was me running against another officer, and clearly I won out. It gave me the chance to start fresh, to get out of the city.

I see Tree, who is married to Royal, one of Maverick’s club brothers. His father is the club’s President, and she is standing next to a booth, and my dick jerks in my jeans when I see who she is talking to.

Darcy.

Both women look at me, and Tree grins.

Walking towards them, I take in Darcy; she looks hot as hell sitting there with her hair down, curly with a fedora on top of her head.

As I step closer, my cock thickens seeing that she is wearing a skirt under the table.

Both women watch me as I come to a stop beside Tree.

“I will be back. Hey, Cal,” Tree greets me.

“Tree,” I reply, not taking my eyes off Darcy.

Tree walks away, leaving me alone with the woman who has held my dreams captive since I first saw her.

“How are you, baby?” I ask, dropping the tone of my voice.

“I’m good.”

“You sure? No residual shit after the robbery?” I question, because I know what the after-effects of a robbery can do to some people.

Fuck me, I have seen so many shit things in my career as an officer of the law, and every time it makes my chest hurt seeing people suffer at the hands of others.

“No. I am good, Cal. Thankfully my staff are handling it well also. Lennox arrived the next day at the same time as the glass repair man, and he, along with Rookie and Slide, installed a security system.”

Maverick told me what the club was doing for her, and it pissed me off that he never reached out to her himself, but he sent his club to help the woman we could potentially have between us.

“They let me know when they were done with the install. Magnum is suggesting that the other businesses also add some cameras in and a panic button, just for extra protection,” I state.

“That is a good idea. There are some people who are not capable of handling what we went through. Mr. and Mrs. Hammond, who own Hammond Laundry, are too fragile to deal with punks like the ones who came into my parlor.”

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