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“No, not really. I like the investigative, undercover part. It’s like being in a different movie with each new case you’re on. I love the different personas. The last stint as a biker lasted for a few years. I will always ride. It has become sort of who I am, I guess.”
“You enjoyed playing the biker?”
“Yeah. I guess I did. Slate didn’t care for it though.”
“That was certainly a dangerous bunch of heathens,” I said, shivering.
I couldn’t imagine what my mother had been put through those several hours she had been held hostage by the biker named ‘Slash.’
“It had its perks,” he said, a slow grin spreading across his handsome face. He didn’t elaborate.
“I suppose it pays really well since you are always at risk of being hurt or killed.”
He shrugged, chewing on a piece of bacon.
“I make out alright. It doesn’t pay what you will be making once you get out of school and work for Banion. It’s not really about the money for me. I live for the job satisfaction.”
I gave what he said some thought. It was difficult for me to consider that something other than money was a major consideration for a career choice.
But then, I had been raised watching my father climb to a high-level position within the company. That wasn’t necessarily a good comparison, I realized.
“So what about you, Lindsey?”
“What about me?” I asked, taking another sip of my coffee.
“What is your major?”
“Economics,” I said, giving him a slight eye roll.
“Hey, if that’s what you like, there’s nothing wrong with that.”
“Did you go to college?”
“I did,” he said, nodding his head. “Still do.”
“You do?”
“Yep. I’m working on my Masters of Psychology. I want to get into the Behavioral Analysis Unit eventually.”
“You mean like what those agents do on the television show, ‘Criminal Minds’?”
“Yep,” he said, with a grin. “That’s my dream. Let me guess. You think Dr. Reid is hot, right?”
He was grinning at me, giving me a wink. It was obvious he regarded me as some immature, giggly teenager.
“Hardly,” I said, my tone having a hint of annoyance in it. “I haven’t done celebrity crushes since sixth grade.”
“Ohhh - my bad there, sweetheart. Didn’t mean to piss you off.”
He was still fucking with me in his teasingly, big brother sort of way.
“Actually, for the record, Shemar Moore, a.k.a. Derek Morgan is more to my liking, as hotties go.”
He stopped sipping his coffee and looked over at me, a smile playing on his lips.
“So, when and where do you go to school?” I asked.
“I do evenings at Georgetown,” he said.
