Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 118693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 593(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 593(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
She responded with a slight grin. “I don’t know about you, but I’ll be having dinner with my parents. It’s a Sunday tradition, ever since I started college.”
I took another sip of coffee, then replied, “That’s a damn shame.”
For some reason, she started to fiddle about, like she was nervous. “Well, do you mind if I take Flash out for a walk?”
“Dog walker. I like that idea.”
She threw me a smirk and grabbed Flash’s collar.
“Have fun, you two!” I called out.
“Oh, we will. Don’t you worry about that.”
Once she was out the door, I picked up my phone, found Colton’s number, and hit Call.
“Hello?”
“I need you to do me a favor.”
Yawning and then moaning, Colton asked, “What’s up, dude?”
“You still in my building?”
He paused. “Yeah. Why?”
“Can you puppy-sit for me?”
I heard a female gasp at the same time he replied, “Hell no.”
“It’s not only my dog, Harris. It’s your fucking dog too.”
He laughed. “How do you figure that?”
“It’s the station’s dog. You don’t do this for me and I’m sure Cap will be very eager to hear about how you volunteered to pick dog shit up.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Yes. Yes, I would.”
I headed into my bedroom. “Fucking hell. When do you need me? Us! When do you need us?”
“How about two hours? I need to take the demon dog for a run to get some energy out of the little bastard. That way the shithead doesn’t act up.”
“Damn, dude, that was a lot of name-calling on one small dog. You and Flash not getting along?”
“Just be here in two hours.”
Hitting End, I tossed my phone onto my bed and pulled my T-shirt off. I headed into my bathroom, quickly brushed my teeth, took a piss, and stripped out of my sweats. When I walked back into my bedroom, I jumped when I heard Rory’s scream.
“Oh my God! You’re naked!”
Glancing down, I looked at my boxer briefs. “No I’m not.”
“Why? Why don’t you have any clothes on?”
Shaking my head, I headed over to my dresser. “Why are you in my bedroom?”
She sliced her fingers open to peek at me and replied, “I was telling you we were back.”
“Welcome back. I’m going for a run with the hellion.”
Rory stood there staring at me. Well…she was actually staring at my junk. Feeling like I’d just got a confidence boost, I grabbed a T-shirt, sweatpants, and socks. I walked over to Rory and leaned closer to her. She licked her lips, and hell if I didn’t know what she wanted.
Lifting my hand, I used my thumb to wipe the corner of her mouth. “You’ve got a bit of drool there.”
Snapping out of her daydream, she slapped my hand away. When she spun around, she almost lost her balance, but recovered nicely.
“Okay. It looks like you’ve got this covered. I’m out of here.”
I chuckled as I quickly pulled my sweats on. “Should Flash expect you back tomorrow for your morning walk?”
She lifted her hand and gave it a wave, not so much as glancing back at me over her shoulder. “Bye, Finn Ward. Have fun with Flash.”
“I’ll take that as a no.”
I was behind her and opening the door before she even knew I was there. “Well, aren’t you fast,” she gasped.
Lifting the corner of my mouth into a half smile, I replied, “I know when to go fast and when to go slow.”
She swallowed hard and stared into my eyes. “I bet you do.”
“I can show you…if you’d like.”
Her eyes quickly searched my face. “I’ve got to run. See ya around.”
My heart dropped. Shit, I’ll never get her to go to dinner if I keep saying crap like that.
Opening the door, I winked as she walked by. “See ya, Rory.”
Rory
Work, pizza, and misunderstandings
I moved my neck from side to side. “You okay over there?”
Lifting my eyes to Russell, I smiled. “Yeah. My neck is stiff.”
“We can call it a night, Rory.”
With a sigh, I glanced at all the papers spread over the table. Russell and I had been combing through the history of a firefighter who was being accused of sexual assault while on duty. Our law firm handled all the cases for the union.
I nodded. “Maybe we should,” I replied as I looked at the clock.
Russell leaned back in his chair and stretched. “Damn, I’m starving. Want to grab a quick bite to eat?”
My stomach took that moment to growl. With a chuckle, I replied, “I think my stomach is saying yes.”
We gathered the papers and put them into the files. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right with this case. We’d spent hours searching through Robert Long’s information, and nothing even hinted at this type of behavior. He was looked upon by his fellow firefighters as a guy who could do no wrong. Then again, being a firefighter, you belonged to a brother and sisterhood whose members would literally die for one another.