“All right,” I leaned back in my chair. “That’s how it’s going to be.”
The travel agent’s smile was almost giddy as she signed us up, and I idly wondered how much commission she was getting off of the sale. I’d met one cop going in, and one cop had come in sometime during our meeting with her.
She was going to make a killing on just law enforcement.
“Alrighty, then.” She grinned. “Let’s get this booked.”
Ten minutes later, we were walking out of the door with a pamphlet full of shore excursions in our hands, and a hunger that was gnawing at our insides.
Chapter 6
Oh, Fuck.
-Words whispered by every single person at least once throughout the day.
Tobias
There was something wrong with me.
I couldn’t get my head on straight.
Everything I did came with a small voice in my head saying, ‘What’s Audrey doing? What will Audrey think about this arrest that you just made when you tell her about it later on? Do you think Audrey is doing anything right now that you can’t stop by and see her?’
I couldn’t seem to shut off the thoughts that centered around the one woman that I knew should be protected from me.
Yet, here I was, driving over to her place when I should be going to my own home and staying the fuck away from her.
When I pulled up outside Ghost’s house, I didn’t stop myself from going to the door.
I knew Ghost was gone.
I knew that he was out of town working on a case.
I knew that his wife and daughters were gone, too.
Meaning there was only one person in that house, and it was Audrey.
I didn’t have any reason to believe that she’d want to come with me.
In fact, she’d probably tell me not just no, but hell no.
But I had to ask her anyway.
Knocking on the door, I waited patiently for her to answer.
It took her exactly two minutes to do it. How did I know that? Because I timed it.
Jesus Christ, was I fucking lost.
The door opened, and a tired looking Audrey answered the door.
“Oh, hey!” she said, instantly perking up when she saw me. “Where are we going?”
I looked down at her.
She was wearing a pair of short, blue jean shorts, white ankle socks, and a pair of tennis shoes. The tank top she had on said ‘Butter Baby’ where it was stretched tightly across her ample breasts. My mind started running rapidly through all the things that I wanted to do to her that weren’t considered polite in general society.
Things that she wasn’t ready for, and I wasn’t allowed to give her, according to Ghost.
“How do you know we’re going anywhere?” I asked curiously.
The fact that she wanted to go somewhere with me, even though she didn’t know where that was, was enough to make me to feel fucking giddy inside.
“You don’t normally let me into the fun world you live in,” she grinned unrepentantly. “If you took me for a ride on your tractor, I’d be happy. Hell, you could even take me to the gun range.”
My grin widened.
“I guess I could do that,” I said slowly. “You want to ride on the tractor for real?”
Even the gun range had sounded promising.
She shrugged, but I could see that she really wanted to, so that’s exactly what we did.
When I’d driven over here after work, I hadn’t really had a plan in mind. I hadn’t slept in over eighteen hours. I was tired, hungry, and more than a little frustrated with how my shift had gone. I’d only known that I wanted to spend some time with her once I got off, so I’d driven straight here instead of going home like I normally did.
I was thinking I’d just ask her if she wanted to go shopping at the new fishing and hunting store that’d just opened or maybe go to the movies, but she’d solved that dilemma for me without even realizing it.
“Where do you want to go to first?” I asked. “Though, I do have to go home to get some guns if we go shooting.”
Just her grin was enough to send my heart rate skyrocketing.
But add a glimpse of those pretty, white teeth behind those luscious, plump lips, and my dick was starting to get hard.
I shifted, knowing that if I wasn’t careful, my pants would show every single dimple or lump. I’d been wearing the same uniform for years now. I knew better than to think about naughty things while I was wearing it.
Her eyes skittered down the length of my body, and I shifted more so that one leg was forward, creating a little more space for my hardening-by-the-second cock to go.
She looked away, a faint blush on her face, and I realized rather quickly that my excitement hadn’t gone unnoticed.
“Should I change?” she asked, moving so she could peer around me at the road.
I grinned.
“No. I’ll go slow.”
She rolled her eyes.
“I think I’ll put on jeans anyway, just in case.” She smiled happily.
Then she disappeared, once again leaving the door open for me to either come in or stay on the porch. The fact that she left that decision up to me was enough to cause my heart to swell inside my chest.
She was starting to trust me.
All those months ago, when I’d first gone to get her for Ghost, she’d not only barred me from the bedroom when she was changing in the bathroom, but she also banished me from the house completely.
I'd even had to sleep on the couch—which, might I add, made it hard to watch over the person when you couldn’t even be in the same room as her or you’d cause her to flip her crazy switch.
Now, I could see that she’d left her bedroom door open as well.
Progress. I had no clue that those little baby steps she was taking would feel as good as they did.
“Hey!”
I took the step into her house, and closed the door.
“Yeah?” I stared down the hall, into the bedroom that still remained open.
“I got a new piece of plastic, take a look. It’s on the table.”
I walked to the table, which was a few steps in front of me, and looked at it.
The entire table was scattered with papers. Some were the apartment background check forms that we’d picked up last week that she had filled out now.
The rest of the papers were receipts, a recipe, and a phone bill with a phone number on it.
Glancing at the number, I put it to memory and searched for the allusive plastic that she was talking about, finally finding it halfway under an envelope addressed to the electric company.
Picking it up, I examined the photo, grinning when I saw that her hair was a little wild.
Then the numbers on the card caught my eye.
“You are not a hundred and seventy pounds!” I shouted as I read the concealed handgun license. “And your eyes aren’t hazel.”
“Well, so I forgot what color my eyes were,” Audrey said as she came up behind me, startling me as she did. “And I’ll admit, I was a hundred and seventy five last week, but I plan to get back down to one seventy.”
I opened my mouth, and then closed it, as I waffled on what to say to that.