moved down the hall, being careful she didn’t hit her head. As he walked, he lowered his face to hers and found her lips. He was like a drowning man searching for air. He couldn’t get enough.
He maneuvered into a bedroom where he laid her gently on the bed. She opened her arms to him. In a heartbeat he was beside her, nibbling her face, her neck…and more. It wasn’t long before he had her out of her clothes.
With one quick movement he entered her. Their excitement built, causing a rasping moan to escape her lips as spasms shot through their bodies. A cry of victory spilled from Mac’s mouth. Then he collapsed upon her .
The dream, as always, scared him. Did it mean he wanted to drink again? Did it mean, after all the years of therapy, he still wasn’t over the death of his wife and child? Or did it reflect the most basic instinct of a male/female partnership - he simply wanted to nail his partner?
Forcing his thoughts back to prepping the black and white for the day, they made quick work of the vehicle inspection and, before long, were on their way. The police radio crackled with numerous reports of traffic collisions, but they weren’t assigned any of the calls.
They each wrote traffic citations to drivers who, despite the rain, drove well above the posted speed limit. They’d just released a driver that Mac had cited when they got their first radio call of the morning.
“15 Adam 21, see the security officer holding a 484 suspect at Billingsley’s Stop ‘N Shop, 7629 Lankershim Blvd. Handle the call Code-2.”
Mac keyed the microphone. “15 Adam 21, roger. En route.”
“Good,” said Jade. “This shoplifter will keep us out of the weather for awhile.”
A few minutes later they arrived at their call. After taking the thief into custody from the security officer and getting all the information needed, they returned to the station.
“I’ll book him and write the reports,” Mac said, knowing probationary officers were expected to do everything themselves.
“Nice offer,” Jade replied, ignoring an inner voice whispering that Mac thought her incompetent, “but you’re not a typical boot. You already know how to do that stuff. You write the reports and I’ll book him. Maybe after we’re done, we can grab something to eat.”
After an hour of joint effort, they were back in their patrol car en route to lunch. The coffee shop Jade picked was famous for their chicken tortilla soup and corn bread.
“Mmmmm. Doesn’t it smell wonderful in here?” she asked, inhaling.
Mac shrugged. The place was warm, dry, and they had fresh coffee. That’s all he cared about right now.
Their server came to take their requests. While Jade ordered the popular soup, he studied her. He remembered her as being attractive, but the truth was she was beautiful. There were a few laugh lines around her striking green eyes, but the faint creases didn’t detract from her delicate features. Guilt washed over him as the memory of his wife filled his mind. Yes, Jade was pretty, but he loved Susan.
Mac ordered a burger along with some fruit instead of French fries.
“So,” Jade said, eyeing the watermelon and cantaloupe on his plate, “now I know how you lost the weight.” She blew on her soup. “How is it you’re back with the LAPD?”
She already knew about his weaknesses. He might as well start repairing his reputation - beginning with his partner.
“The city needs good cops. I’m a cop.” His explanation was the simple truth. He wanted to be a cop again. He was sure his former therapist would have all kinds of “touchy feely” theories about his return to the LAPD, but beyond all that, he was a cop.
“Don’t you read the papers? The city is broke. There’s talk they’re going to cut our pensions, and you can forget about a raise.” She jabbed a straw into the soda the server had set down. Mac frowned. “But other
He maneuvered into a bedroom where he laid her gently on the bed. She opened her arms to him. In a heartbeat he was beside her, nibbling her face, her neck…and more. It wasn’t long before he had her out of her clothes.
With one quick movement he entered her. Their excitement built, causing a rasping moan to escape her lips as spasms shot through their bodies. A cry of victory spilled from Mac’s mouth. Then he collapsed upon her .
The dream, as always, scared him. Did it mean he wanted to drink again? Did it mean, after all the years of therapy, he still wasn’t over the death of his wife and child? Or did it reflect the most basic instinct of a male/female partnership - he simply wanted to nail his partner?
Forcing his thoughts back to prepping the black and white for the day, they made quick work of the vehicle inspection and, before long, were on their way. The police radio crackled with numerous reports of traffic collisions, but they weren’t assigned any of the calls.
They each wrote traffic citations to drivers who, despite the rain, drove well above the posted speed limit. They’d just released a driver that Mac had cited when they got their first radio call of the morning.
“15 Adam 21, see the security officer holding a 484 suspect at Billingsley’s Stop ‘N Shop, 7629 Lankershim Blvd. Handle the call Code-2.”
Mac keyed the microphone. “15 Adam 21, roger. En route.”
“Good,” said Jade. “This shoplifter will keep us out of the weather for awhile.”
A few minutes later they arrived at their call. After taking the thief into custody from the security officer and getting all the information needed, they returned to the station.
“I’ll book him and write the reports,” Mac said, knowing probationary officers were expected to do everything themselves.
“Nice offer,” Jade replied, ignoring an inner voice whispering that Mac thought her incompetent, “but you’re not a typical boot. You already know how to do that stuff. You write the reports and I’ll book him. Maybe after we’re done, we can grab something to eat.”
After an hour of joint effort, they were back in their patrol car en route to lunch. The coffee shop Jade picked was famous for their chicken tortilla soup and corn bread.
“Mmmmm. Doesn’t it smell wonderful in here?” she asked, inhaling.
Mac shrugged. The place was warm, dry, and they had fresh coffee. That’s all he cared about right now.
Their server came to take their requests. While Jade ordered the popular soup, he studied her. He remembered her as being attractive, but the truth was she was beautiful. There were a few laugh lines around her striking green eyes, but the faint creases didn’t detract from her delicate features. Guilt washed over him as the memory of his wife filled his mind. Yes, Jade was pretty, but he loved Susan.
Mac ordered a burger along with some fruit instead of French fries.
“So,” Jade said, eyeing the watermelon and cantaloupe on his plate, “now I know how you lost the weight.” She blew on her soup. “How is it you’re back with the LAPD?”
She already knew about his weaknesses. He might as well start repairing his reputation - beginning with his partner.
“The city needs good cops. I’m a cop.” His explanation was the simple truth. He wanted to be a cop again. He was sure his former therapist would have all kinds of “touchy feely” theories about his return to the LAPD, but beyond all that, he was a cop.
“Don’t you read the papers? The city is broke. There’s talk they’re going to cut our pensions, and you can forget about a raise.” She jabbed a straw into the soda the server had set down. Mac frowned. “But other
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