Page 34 of Star Crossed
“I don’t want you to go through the stuff I’ve been through,” Romeo said, not fighting Nova’s hold on his neck as he looked into his brother’s dark eyes. “I’d rather die than see you go through that.”
“Nova!” The girls whined, cold and impatient as they waited by the door. “You coming or what?”
“I’m coming.” Nova waved to them and then patted Romeo’s cheek. “You worry too much, Rome. I got it handled.”
“I hope so.” Romeo wished he were in a gym beating out his frustrations on something padded rather than stuck at this party. “Five minutes.”
Romeo waited until Nova was gone before he pulled out his phone, looking for an escape from his life. What he found made him smile. A picture of Jules greeted him, and he touched the screen of his phone, making the photo bigger, and held it closer to better see. Dressed in a tan deputy uniform, with her hair braided back, Jules had held the phone out in front of her and snapped a picture of herself smiling in front of a small police dispatch board.
It should be illegal to make a police uniform look that sexy, and Romeo stood there staring for a long moment, unable to believe just how attractive he found her in it. Beneath the picture the text read:
This is what I’m doing. What’re you doing?
Romeo stepped away from the bar and walked down the street until he was in a better position to really capture Times Square behind him in a way that’d be recognizable to her.
He held out his phone and snapped a picture of himself.
