Page 77 of Gunner

I closed the door and walked around the hood to get into the car. “I’m not stealing him.”

“You expect me to believe you’re what? Pet sitting?”

“Just drive the fucking car.”

“Holy shit, you’re fucking him, aren’t you?” Saint cackled so hard Zeus barked. I soothed him while Saint got his act together, wiping his leaking eyes. “Oh man, this is epic. You and the police chief. Fuck, you’re like the sun and ice. Soon one of you won’t exist anymore.”

I frowned, barely refraining myself from kicking him out of the car. “The ice turns to water, dumbass. Still exists but in another form.”

“Well, damn, you’re right.” He shot me a sideways glance. “Look who suddenly got depth.”

“You’re agitating the damn dog, Saint. Just drive.”

“Sorry.” He inhaled deeply and let out a breath that was still tight from laughter. “Fuck me, this means I lost the bet.”

“What bet?”

“Some guys at the clubhouse bet whether you and the chief had a lot more going on than just working on that case.”

“What?”

“There are two pools. One for whether you’re sleeping together.”

“And the other?”

“Who tops.”

“Didn’t know you’d all turned into Miss Daisy. A man can’t have a love life without y’all breathing down his neck?”

“You gotta admit this whole thing didn’t seem likely to happen, so it’s all anyone can talk about.” Saint backed out of the driveway. “After all, it’s you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I reached into the back seat and patted Zeus’s head. Initially, I’d befriended the dog with an ulterior motive, but he’d become a great companion. He’d made the walk this morning interesting and a little less lonely than usual. Was that why Ben got him? Because he was lonely? Maybe I should get myself one too.

“You’re the last person anyone would expect to hook up with another man,” Saint replied. “I remember the hell you gave the Reapers when they represented at our church a couple of years back, though I suppose you always protested a little too much.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, so drop it.”

Back then, I would have said and done anything to piss Grimm off, even if it made no sense.

Kind of the way you’re doing with Ben now.

“I crawled out of a warm, comfortable bed to pick you up. The least you owe me is a good story. So how the hell did that happen?”

I shrugged. “Fuck if I know. He presses my buttons. I press his back. Next thing you know I’m kissing him.” Why the hell was I discussing this with Saint anyway?

“Kissing him? Is it serious?”

“How can it be? We’re too different.” Besides, falling in love with one cop was enough to last me a lifetime. The secrecy, the hurt, the years of separation only to wind up back to him when it suited him. Fuck no.

“You never know.”

“Seriously, Saint. Shut up, or I’m dumping you on the sidewalk. And for fuck’s sake, don’t talk about this with anyone. Ever.”

“All right, I’ll shut up about it, but let me say, it might not be a bad thing to let yourself feel something for this cop. He doesn’t look like the sleazy kind. Nothing beats going home to the person you care about and knowing they feel the same.”

I grunted but didn’t prolong the conversation. I’d already said too much. Of course Saint would feel the way he did since he was shacking up with Dove, the bartender from the Grimm Reapers. How he fucked with someone who always had their tits hanging out was beyond me. They were nice tits, and I appreciated seeing them, but that was the sort of thing that made me jealous.Just seeing Witter parading around with his dick swinging in those gray sweats this morning was enough to make me want to ink the man’s dick with my name. In bold letters. Probably underlined too.

Dammit, I was spending way too much time with him. I never planned to stay the night, but waking up next to him felt sort of nice. He would never know how long I’d watched him sleep, his arm thrown around my waist and one of his legs shoved through mine. I would have drifted back to sleep if Zeus hadn’t ventured in.