Page 38 of Making Home with You
“Round two?”she asks, as I lower her to the ground.
I grin.“Don’t you have an early start?”
Sarah swats me on the ass as she turns and gets out of the shower.“You’re worth being sleep-deprived for, Chief,” she says, before she saunters off to my bedroom.
The next morning, Sarah’s alarm rings out early, cutting through the silence in my bedroom.I feel her stir in my arms, the grumbled murmurs about it being too early for this shit that only remind me of how this can’t possibly last.
I reach out and silence her alarm, pulling her against me for a second longer.“I’ll make you some coffee,” I whisper, trailing a hand down her spine.
“I can think of a better way to wake up,” she mumbles, her hand moving between us.
I kiss her in response, letting her do whatever she wants to me, if only so I can hang onto this for a little while longer.
By the time we say our goodbyes, it’s just after six.I know it’s too early to go and pay Carla a visit, so I head into work instead, sending the duty officer home for some much needed sleep.
I distract myself by making some coffee and going over the report from last night.Nothing much happened, as expected.Nothing ever does in this sleepy ass town.By eight o’clock, Mavis and Sam are arriving and I know, now is as good a time as any to go and sort this shit out with Carla, once and for all.
Grabbing my jacket, I walk out of my office to let them know I’m popping out for a few minutes.Just as I grab the keys to a squad car though, Carla walks into the station.
Shocked that she’s actually had the gall to show up here, I re-hang the keys and step toward her.
Ignoring me, Carla turns to Mavis and says, “Can I speak with Officer Corcoran, please?”
Mavis turns to me, a confused look on her face that I’m sure mirrors the one on mine.Without giving anything away, I turn back to Carla who still refuses to look at me.
“Carla,” I say, my jaw clenched.“Would you like to step into my office?”
“Officer Corcoran, please,” she repeats, still staring at Mavis.“I have something I’d like to report.”
What the fuck is going on here?
Chapter Eleven
Sarah
It’s been two weeks since I started my job and I’d like to say I’m settling in, but that would be a lie.This commute is killing me and I know if I’m going to stick this out I have to find a place in Boston.
Who am I kidding?I have to stick this out; I have no other choice.My only hope is that dealing with Handsy McGuire pays off and I land myself a marketing job.This sales shit is for the birds and honestly, I kinda suck at it.
I’m sitting at my desk, the feeling of complete and utter exhaustion taking over.It’s finally Friday, but my five a.m.wake up call is totally catching up with me.It’s not just the waking up early, but it’s also the late nights I spend at the office.I’m lucky if I step off the train before eight p.m.
My weekend is packed with shit; dinner with Erin and Kelsey tonight and then Kelsey and Beck’s joint bachelor/bachelorette party on Saturday, and right now I’m regretting every second of it.I shouldn’t be, because since moving to Rockport I finally have a social life.It’s just too bad this damn job is getting in the way.
I’m sure the majority of people spend their days like I do; in an office, in a meeting, on phone calls, on the train.And it isn’t so much the job, but the commute that is brutal.Seventy-eight minutes one way; over two hours of my day is spent commuting, and honestly, this isn’t where I saw myself when I graduated from college or when I applied for the marketing job here, but I gotta take what I can get.
I’m supposed to meet Kelsey and Erin at the inn for dinner at seven, but it looks like I’m going to be late unless this conference call ends in the next ten minutes.
Basically, I’m at my desk taking line by line notes of what everyone says so later I can sit down with Andrew and relay all the information back to him.Something I hope gets put off until Monday.
Surprisingly the call finishes up quickly and when I glance at my watch, it’s nearly 5:30.If I bail now, I can make the 5:50 train and make it in time to meet Kelsey and Erin.
I pop my head into Andrew’s office and unsurprisingly in this case, there’s a petite blonde trying to maneuver her way out of his awkward embrace.
“Um, Andrew,” I say, my eyes wide and a fake smile plastered on my face.“Is it okay if I leave now?I’m supposed to meet some friends for dinner at seven in Rockport.”
He pauses momentarily, but that doesn’t stop him from patting the tiny blonde on her ass, and I watch her recoil.She looks right at me, her face marked with fear, and I watch her hand tremble as she reaches for the doorknob.But before I can say something she scrambles out the door.
“Yeah, sure,” Andrew responds, but there’s an annoyance in his tone as he flips his hand in my direction as if shooing me away.
