Vicki did a double take and
pivoted on the soles of her shoes to follow the passing
motorcycle with her gaze. “Was that Mrs. Mallery on the back
of that bike?” she asked her lunch companion. I never
thought I’d see the day when that woman got on a motorcycle.
“Looked like her,” Toby replied.
“Who was that driving?”
A grunt. “He’s been away a long
She faced her friend, eyebrows up
in amazement. “Really? You’re going to talk about being gone
He grinned. “This isn’t about me.
And, how did you know it was him?”
She finished her drink to buy
herself time. “I had him in my cop car last night.”
Toby paused, fries almost to his
mouth, and raised his brow. “Did you now?”
“Mind out of the gutter, perv. I
gave him a ride to town. His truck broke down.” Even as her
mouth delivered the information to Toby, her mind happily
skipped down the road she didn’t need it to traverse. Being
in Chase’s— No way, I won’t do this.
“I see that look in your eye. You
want to fuck him.”
“Toby,” she said, glaring at him.
“Was I not supposed to speak so
“Don’t you have your own sex life
to think about?”
“I do, thank you. Mellie and I
have a great sex life. If you were getting some, you may be
She scowled. “I’d be happier if
you would drop the subject.”
His grin was unrepentant. “I’m
sure you would.”
“Have you and the good doc set a
date?” She prayed he would take the bait and change topics.
Thankfully, at the mention of his fiancée, he swiftly
latched onto it.
“Not yet. With her father still
suffering from the chemo, she is staying focused on helping
as much as she can, as well as running the clinic.”
“I understand. Is Dr. Glazer any
better?” I need to stop by and see him.
Worry leached into Toby’s gaze.
“No,” he said, sobering. “The cancer has spread.”
“Damn it.” She stretched out her
legs. “I’d hoped he was improving.”
“We all did, but this is a very
aggressive strain. It’s starting to weigh on her.”
She squeezed his arm. “She’s very
lucky to have you in her corner, Toby. Give her my best.”
She stood. “I have to go. Are you okay?”
Toby gave her a grin. “Fine here.
Meet again soon, yes?”
“Definitely. I’m glad you stuck
“Me, too. Now, go on. I’m calling
Mellie, and you don’t need to hear our convo.”
“No argument here.” She walked
away with a wave. At the grocery story, she meandered
through the aisles, plucking things from the shelves and
depositing them in her cart.
A high feminine laugh had her
rolling her eyes as she walked around a corner. Chase and
one of the Anderson twins. Vicki wasn’t sure which one from
the back. Whichever, or whoever it was, leaned close to
Chase, no doubt showing off ample cleavage.
He glanced up in that moment,
piercing her with those stormy eyes. Her belly tightened as
her heart rate accelerated. What’s wrong with me?
His expression was mocking and
cold until he dismissed her. When he returned it to the
woman before him, his features morphed into raw sexual
promise. A look that made Vicki think of nights of unbridled
The jealousy coursing through her
shocked her. Okay, it’s official—I need to get some dick
because, in no world, should I be jealous of attention
another woman is getting. She pushed her cart by and
kept her focus on the shelf to her left.
“Hi, Vicki,” the woman said.
She stopped and angled back to
the couple standing there. “Hi, Jen.”
“How’s being a cop this week?”
Pasting her patient smile on her
face, Vicki replied, “Same as it was last week. The best job
I could ask for.”
“Can you believe our Vicki Boshay
went and became a cop?” she asked Chase, leaning closer
still to him.
Why don’t you just hump him here in the store, so I can
arrest you for a public display?
“Nope,” Chase said, voice deep.
Once more, he allowed his gaze to meet hers.
Infusing steel into her spine,
Vicki held his judgmental stare. “People change.”
“And, sometimes, just the outside
does, but the inside remains just as rotten as before.”
She wanted to smack him but
nodded. “Very true. Have a good day, you two.” Vicki walked
off before she snapped off something inappropriate. Pausing
in the cracker aisle, she searched for her craving.
The warning up her spine wasn’t
nearly enough. Not even close. She turned her head to see
Chase standing there behind her. The hunger that poured
through her nearly took her to her knees. Under the
artificial light of the store, he appeared even harsher and
harder than he had last night. Worn jeans clung to his legs
like a lover who never wanted to let go. His cotton tee
molded to muscles that didn’t seem to end.
“Something I can do for you, Mr.
Ellery?” She flexed her fingers along the Wheat Thins box.
“Just curious as to what your
father thinks about you being in the uniform.”
She replaced the box and faced
him fully. “Not that it’s any of your business, but the day
I joined the academy, he disowned me. Does that tell you
what you want to know?”
He stepped closer, bringing with
him the pure scent of man and a light hint of sandalwood.
“No,” he whispered along her ear as he reached for the box
she’d just returned.