Page 9 of Kitten Kisses

“I’ll give you a tour after we finish this.” He winked then pulled up some kind of document on the screen of his computer. “Okay, tell me what happened.”

“Well, a sleek silver Lexus pulled into the station, the canopy lights creating a harsh—”

“On second thought,” Slater interrupted, “let me just ask some questions.”

Alex shrugged. “Don’t blame me if the case is thrown out because you don’t have all the details.”

“A guy tried to walk out with a case of beer, hon. That doesn’t exactly qualify for a jury trial.”

Why did Slater keep using endearments with him? Maybe he was just one of those people who called everyone hon and sweetie, though Alex had only ever met elderly women who did that.

“Fine, we’ll do this the boring way.” Alex sighed dramatically. “They pulled in around two in the morning. Chadwick stayed with the car to pump the gas… and his girlfriend.”

“That hot and heavy?” Slater arched a thick brow.

“I’m surprised Chadwick’s tongue didn’t fall off,” Alex replied. “The way they were going at it on the back of that car, it won’t need a polish for at least a year.”

Now Alex found himself imagining it was him and Slater getting hot and heavy, polishing that car to a shine. What would it be like to be wrapped in all those muscles, feeling Slater’s lips sucking on his tongue?

Alex needed to stop thinking about it before he popped wood in the middle of a police station. He shouldn’t even be having those kinds of fantasies about a complete stranger.

A completely gorgeous stranger.

“You’re blushing.” Slater chuckled.

“You’re rude for pointing it out,” Alex countered. “It was just an intimate moment they didn’t need to share with the world.”

“How impolite of them.” Slater grinned. “So, while those two were trying to create enough sparks to make the pumps explode, what happened next?”

Alex recounted the incident, Slater only stopping him when he had a question.

When they were done, the deputy placed an electronic thingamajig on his desk and Alex digitally signed the statement.

“So did a whole squad of lawyers show up to rescue Mike?” Alex asked as he reclined in his chair.

Slater pushed his seat away from his desk and turned to face him. “No one came to save him. Sheriff Harper let him go once he cooled off but reminded him he’s still gotta face the judge.”

“The sheriff was trying to make a point by arresting him,” Alex surmised. He still remembered Sheriff Harper’s imposing size and how flawlessly he had handled the situation. Most people would’ve bent over backward to accommodate someone so wealthy.

“Like I said, very observant.” He twisted sideways and shut off his computer before he turned back around. When Slater gave him his full attention, Alex felt those bluish-green eyes envelope him.

“You really didn’t have the authority to let Mike go?” Alex glanced at the clock on the wall, trying not to get lost in Slater’s intense gaze. Images of their steamy imaginary make-out session on Chadwick’s car flashed through his mind.

“Honestly, if Mr. Fiago had been civilized, I would have released Mike to him,” Slater said in a quieter tone. “Don’t act like an entitled douchebag and expect me to do you any favors.”

Alex thought of his own father. “Is it time for my tour?”

His sparkling eyes crinkled at the corners, adding a mischievous twinkle that could brighten even the gloomiest of days. “It’ll be a short one since the station isn’t that big.” He stood, as did Alex. “This is our bullpen, and that’s Deputy Denali Davis at his desk pretending to work.”

“Stop being so loud or you’ll tip off the boss.” The deputy grinned.

“This is Alex Preston,” Slater announced to him.

Something flashed in the man’s eyes before he stood and walked over to them. He stuck his hand out, but before Alex could shake, the deputy dropped it. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Alex.”

That was strange.

“Same.” Why was Alex being introduced to coworkers? He wasn’t anyone special, yet Slater was calling him nicknames and offering to give him personal fighting lessons.

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