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That I wanted it all and more.

And was open to the grumpy detective joining in on the fun.

After draping the light throw over her, I moved on silent feet through the living room and up the stairs. I was very ready to get to my room, behind a closed door so I could have my own fantasy dream, though I fully intended to be wide awake with my hand wrapped around my pulsing cock while I envisioned us together.

11

SLADE

The heels of my shoes slammed to the cheap tile floor as I paced up and down the hall in front of Rain’s office. After glaring at the locked door, I checked my watch again, huffing at finding only three minutes had passed since I last checked. Pausing, I slumped against the wall, the drywall rattling beneath my spine.

The coarse hair along my jaw scraped across my palm as I scrubbed at my face, trying to chase away my worries and fears.

I fucked up yesterday. My slip was unprofessional and way over the line. Rain and I were colleagues. She was thirteen fucking years younger than me, had a whole bright future ahead of her, and was too damn good a woman for me to want.

She deserved someone better than me.

Someone like that fucker Agent Bend.

With a grumbled curse, I tapped the back of my head against the wall, trying to dispel the visions of what happened between them last night. With him staying at her place, how could somethingnothappen?

My hands tightened into fists at my side.

It should be me with her. Giving her everything she could ever want. Memorizing every inch of her body and showing her all the ways I could make her scream until her voice cracked and tears leaked down her cheeks.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

I was in such deep shit.

Was there any place worse than being caught between what you knew was best and what you wanted? If I wanted the best for her, I’d stay far away. But if I wanted the best for me… well, that was Dr. Rain Evans. Every delectable, quirky, brilliant piece of that amazing woman.

Sure, I had money and a fat cock, but also more baggage than either of those could outweigh.

Which was saying a fucking lot.

Rain’s distinct boisterous laugh echoed down the hall as she and Jameson rounded the corner. I stood up straight and crossed both arms over my chest, fixing my face into my normal scowl.

Rain smiled when she saw me. Jameson… fuck, I wasn’t sure what look he sent my way.

It looked like he had a secret and was damn smug about it.

“Good of you two to make it this morning,” I grumbled. Like an asshole.

Rain’s smile faltered.

“Don’t be an ass,” Jameson snapped. “She wanted to stop and get you breakfast.”

My stomach dropped, making the few pills and smoothie I ate for breakfast roll like a hundred-pound lead weight.

“It’s not good to take all that medicine on an empty stomach,” she said, avoiding eye contact. “Hope you like sausage and egg.”

I didn’t.

Not that I would say that out loud. This amazing, generous woman thought about me despite my asshole actions yesterday. She woke up, and I was on her mind. There could be raw fucking duck in that bag, and I’d swallow it whole with a wide damn smile on my face.

And to be clear, I hated duck, raw or cooked, more than sausage.

But instead of telling her how much I appreciated it, I reverted to my old grumpy-ass self that I was with everyone else. Hence why they hadn’t given me a new partner after the last guy left five months ago. If that jackass didn’t want to know all the ways he was doing shit wrong, then he should’ve done it right the first time.

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