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He’s ordered me to take the full year to figure out if he’s really what I want. I only agreed because it seemed like the best way for him to finally admit his feelings for me, too.
CHAPTER FOUR
Dorian
“Sergeant Wagner?” My eyes lift as I hear my name called from the doorway of the bullpen.
“Yeah?” I’ve been going over reports for the last two hours after closing out a case, only to be told that the D.A. has declined to prosecute. Sometimes I hate my fucking job.
“Got a girl in holding asking for you.” The man turns to leave.
“Who?” I haven’t arrested any women lately.
He shrugs before walking to the stairwell, calling back, “She’s causing a ruckus. Come deal with her!”
“Got an admirer, do you?” my former partner Hale Decker chides, knowing I get annoyed when I’m interrupted in the middle of paperwork.
“Shut up. Go home to your girl before she realizes what an ass you are and runs away.” His laughter follows me down the stairs. Truth is, Laken and Hale are too fucking perfect. She’d never run away from the man. They fought too hard to get where they are now for anything to fuck it up.
As soon as I walk into the holding area, I seeher.“Why the fuck is she in there?” I snap at the officer in charge, ripping the keys from his belt as he bolts to his feet.
“Wait a minute… You can’t do that!” he protests, getting brave by putting his hand on the bars to stop me from opening the cell. “She’s being charged with assault.”
A bark of laughter erupts from my throat. “The fuck she is. Who the hell did she assault?” I glance at his nameplate. “Well, Officer Carter? Who’s the victim?”
It’s not him who answers me. “Travis St. Clare.” Her soft voice is smug and too sexy for her own good.
“You did what?” I hiss at her as two other officers enter the room.
“Can we help you, sergeant?” The older of the two asks.
Glaring at him, I turn the key in the lock, and the sound echoes around the room as Clementine gets to her feet. “Nope.” I shove the door open, despite Carter’s protests, and I see them share a look.
“She’s being charged?” the younger one says, but it comes out more like a question. He must be new.
“No. She’s not,” I tell them both, holding out a hand for Clem.
“So, she wasn’t lying then?” the older one says, his stare turning into a glare as I pull her out of the cell.
“About what?” My patience is wearing thin today.
“Knowing you. She asked us to call you a couple hours ago.” His words are casual because he has no fucking clue just how pissed I am now.
“You left her in here for hours?” Wrapping an arm across her shoulders to keep me from killing this asshole, I hold her against my chest. “Do you have any fucking clue who she is?”
“A perp.” He has the gall to laugh at his own stupid joke.
“Tell that to the Clay County sheriff. This is his fucking daughter.” His laughter fades, and all three of them pale at the implications. “And my fucking fiancée. Tell me again why this is so fucking hilarious.”
Without giving them a chance to speak, I drag Clementine out of there and around to the side of the building where my bike is parked. Pushing her against the brick wall, I crowd her space. The outside light glows a few feet away, giving me enoughillumination to see her face. The anticipation in her eyes, the seductive way she bites her lip.
“What the fuck were you thinking? What did you do to him?”Christ.With one hand against the wall, I use the other to cup her jaw and tilt her face up so I can see her eyes.
“He was bragging to his friends about how much Lav enjoyed what he did to her. She’s traumatized, and now he is too.” Her devilish smirk makes my dick stir.
“You’re a bad girl, Clementine.” I skim one finger down her neck, across her shoulder, tracing the fine line of her collarbone before trailing it down the valley of her breasts. “Do I need to teach you a lesson?”
She moans softly as I dip my head, licking the flesh I’d just run my finger across. Startled out of her lustful trance by the sound of a slamming door, she jumps in my embrace.
