Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 99040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
It took hours, but by the end of their shift, she and Andrew had arrested and processed the tearful young mother. She had an attorney, but a cheap one who barely deserved two bucks for his piss-poor performance. Luckily, she had a shit-ton of photographic and video evidence of potential physical abuse and unquestionable verbal abuse. Any judge worth their salt would grant her full custody and overlook this bogus arrest.
At least, she hoped so. Otherwise, she’d be sharing a cell with the young mother because there was no way in hell she’d ignore those finger-shaped bruises on the little boy’s body.
“I’m gonna get the hell outta here,” Andrew said after shutting off his computer monitor. He’d offered to handle the paperwork on this arrest. Not out of the goodness of his heart, but probably because he worried Jo would write something inflammatory.
And she might have.
“Yeah,” she responded. “See you tomorrow.”
“Hey, Jo?” he called as she slipped her purse over her shoulder.
She turned to face him. “Yeah?”
“I know you had a hard time with this one, but you did it, so nice work today. Proud of you.”
Condescending asshole. He’d been on the force a whole three years. She smiled the fakest grin she could muster. “Thanks, partner. See you tomorrow.”
Typically, after a shitty day, Jo loved heading home, pouring a glass of wine, and binging HGTV. Today only one idea appealed to her and that was spending the next few hours in bed with Fin.
They’d hooked up no less than six times over the past two weeks. Every time, she promised herself it’d be the last, but something about the man drew her back again and again. Hell, it wasn’t something. It was his big cock and those talented fingers. Not once did he leave her without wringing at least a pair of orgasms from her.
After the night she’d confessed a few emotions to him, she’d been careful to keep the conversations limited to hello, goodbye, and give me more. Fin always asked about her day, something she found secretly sweet. He also tried to engage in general chitchat, but she always shut him down. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to mind. Catching feelings for the guy, or any guy, wasn’t part of her short-term plan, which meant she’d need to end it soon because she genuinely liked him. Knowing herself, she’d do something stupid like fall for him if she wasn’t careful. But one more night? Yeah, they could have one more night.
Unfortunately, he’d already warned her he’d be working late, designing a massive back piece for a picky client. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t take a little bit of a break. Thirty minutes, maybe, so they could both get off? Sounded like the perfect plan to her.
It only took her twenty minutes to change into her civilian clothes and drive to his tattoo shop.
The street he worked on was quiet in a pleasant, peaceful way.
Fin looked up from where he was working on a client as she stood outside his shop, staring like some kind of stalker. She gave him a sheepish grin and lifted a hand in greeting.
A huge smile broke out across his sexy face. One that had her insides fluttering like a giddy high schooler with a crush on the cool kid. He waved her in.
No turning back now. “Hey,” she said as the chime above his door announced her arrival.
“Hi, babe, this is a fun surprise.”
Babe? Fun surprise? Jesus, no way his client wouldn’t get the wrong idea about her. She raised an eyebrow and the unrepentant ass winked.
“Yeah, sorry. I didn’t realize you’d be with someone. I figured I’d find you drawing.”
“Last minute walk-in,” he said. “I’m about ninety-eight percent done. He’s cool if you want to watch me finish up. Steve, this is Jo.”
The guy prone on Fin’s table lifted a hand. “Hi, Jo! Sorry, I can’t see you, but I assume I’d be telling you you’re gorgeous if you’re with this stud.”
Her face burned, and of course, Fin laughed. “Don’t mind him. He hits on everything with a pulse. Male, female, canine.”
Steve laughed. “I have never hit on your precious Betty, man.”
“Please, every time you see her, you ask her to run away with you.”
Despite her shitty mood, Jo chuckled.
“That’s better,” Fin said. “You walked in here looking pissed at the world. Bad shift?”
Ugh, why did the man have to be so sweet? Why couldn’t he be all about getting his dick sucked, so she didn’t have to feel like a bitch for only wanting one thing from him? Or to make it easy to keep only wanting one thing from him?
“The worst,” she said.
“Well, take a load off if you want,” he said with a sympathetic grin. “I’ve got five minutes here, then I have the perfect way to turn your day around.” He bobbed his eyebrows as Steve let out a wolf whistle.