Page 103 of Hot Cops

Mercifully, he hadn’t had to say more than a few words as Sunnie took the lead. Not that this interview would help him at work. He would never live this down.

She was sticking to the truth, as they’d discussed, claiming that kiss changed everything between them. Sunnie didn’t realize exactly how accurate that was.

The anchorwoman, Beverly Monroe, sounded far too much like the women who’d written him love letters, constantly batting her eyes at him, flushing whenever he looked her direction, giggling at the two comments he’d made, even though neither had been particularly funny.

“I imagine,” Beverly said to Sunnie, “it became pretty obvious how Landon felt about you right after that kiss. The way he looked at you was…” The woman sighed for dramatic effect. “So dreamy! Every woman in the world wants to be looked at like that, am I right?”

For the first time, Sunnie faltered, clearly confused, her grin appearing frozen in place. It took a few seconds before she managed an unconvincing nod, and Landon wondered what was going on.

The cameraman gave Beverly a signal, music started playing as she closed the show. Once it was over, she thanked both of them for coming, shaking Landon’s hand a little longer than was probably polite.

Sunnie’s eyes narrowed briefly before she gave him a subtle, exasperated eye roll behind Beverly’s back.

They gathered their stuff and headed for the car. There were about twenty women standing outside the studio, and they pressed forward when he and Sunnie emerged. It took them a good ten minutes before they were able to push themselves free.

Once they were in the car, Sunnie said, “I get it.”

“Get what?”

“I’ve only really been dealing with tabloid photographers, who, while annoying, don’t invade my personal space like that. Did that one woman really just grab your ass?”

The woman had, her hand slipping away quickly when Landon turned, piercing her with his don’t-fuck-with-me cop face.

“Yeah. But on the plus side, there were fewer than before. First day after my name was released, I think there were close to seventy-five women outside the precinct.”

“Holy shit. I had no idea how crazy they’ve been.”

Landon pulled out of the parking garage, still bothered by Sunnie’s face at the end of the show. His gut was telling him that something didn’t make sense.

When Beverly had mentioned his face in the video, Landon realized she was perplexed—that she didn’t seem to know what the woman was referring to.

“Sunnie, have you seen the video of us?”

She appeared surprised—and then unnerved—by his question. And his suspicion was confirmed.

“Of course I have.”

“How many times?”

She turned away from him, looking out the passenger window. “I don’t know. Why does that matter?”

“How many times?” he pressed.

Sunnie did her usual duck and cover. “How many times haveyouseen it?”

“Too many. Fucking Miguel pulls it up on his iPad pretty much hourly at work, doing this running commentary for anyone who will listen.” It was one reason Landon wasn’t surprised by Beverly’s comment about the look. It was Miguel’s favorite part of the video, the place he always paused and made sure to point out Landon’s million-dollar heartthrob moment.

Miguel had mistaken it for some sexy move on Landon’s part.

Landon now recognized it as something different.

Love.

Sunnie giggled. “I’ll have to get Miguel to do the color commentary for me.”

“How many times, Sunnie?”

She faced him, annoyed. “Landon.”

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