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The asshole had shot my brother, thinking he was me.

And though it’d been months now, I still felt that weight on my shoulders every fucking day.

I might never get over it.

I walked over and picked Rufus up, hauling him with me to the closest cruiser that was running.

The air conditioner felt like it slapped me in the face when I sat the dog on the bench seat in the back.

“Are you getting in, or are you just going to stand there?” Bindi asked tightly.

My lips twitched.

“See,” Gable whispered. “It’s all these crazy women working at this police department.”

“I’m not crazy,” Bindi pointed out. “And I haven’t even started working here yet.”

“Just give it time,” Gable teased. “I’m sure it won’t take more than a few days.”

Bindi got inside and shut the door on Gable’s reply.

I hurried around and got into the driver’s seat, accepted the keys from the cop, and drove my mom, Bindi, Rooster, Rufus, and myself to the closest vet hospital.

People think they can have their cake and eat it, too. Well, wrong bakery, bitch.

—Bindi’s secret thoughts

BINDI

I might or might not have been a complete bitch to Garrett when I first encountered him.

I felt bad about it now.

It wasn’t like it was his dog that’d been mistreated.

The only thing he’d done was have the audacity to have a woman in his apartment that also happened to have hurt her dog today.

Jesus, I was still so fucking mad about that, it wasn’t even funny.

Poor Rufus.

The vet had whisked him away.

We’d sat there, talking quietly, for hours—Garrett, his mom, and me.

His dad had even shown up at one point, and I realized that nearly his entire family had worked at Dallas Police Department.

That had changed only over the last couple of years.

His oldest brother, Quincy, was now a detective at Sunnyvale PD, along with Auden, his middle older brother.

The vet had come back in after a few hours and explained that the dog would be fine but might have some lasting effects that might hinder his “job.”

I’d immediately offered up my home to him.

His mom had immediately calmed my fears, however, when she’d explained that Garrett was really attached to all the K-9 officers since he’d helped train all of them before they were released to duty.

He’ll take care of Rufus, honey. He’ll love every second of it. And if it turns out that Rufus can’t do his job anymore, that’s okay. He’ll have a very happy home. You won’t have to worry about my Garrett mistreating him ever.

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