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silent while their food and drinks were set down in front of them.
    “I’ll let your lies slide for now, Randall. But believe me, I will find out what’s between the two of you sooner or later.”
    “No doubt you will, Mick. But not from me you won’t. Plus there’s nothing between us anyway.” Mick just grunted at his answer then took a swig from his beer.
    With the subject of Chloe closed for the time being, Randall began to relax and enjoy himself. They ate their steaks and tossed back a couple more beers while discussing some of the issues in the force. Randall even informed Mick of his reinstatement back into the Bomb Squad team next week. He just had to pass a physical first, and then his restatement would be signed off. His old mate’s comment of “about bloody time, too, I’ll say,” had Randall smirking behind the beer he held to his lips. A couple of hours later they both said their good-byes and promised to catch up again soon.
    Jumping back into his truck, Randall reversed out of the car park and headed home. It had been another longish day and he was ready for the comfort of his own bed. He couldn’t help but think how one day soon Chloe would be lying next to him here inhisown bed. He had no clue how that would eventuate. All he knew was his determination to win her back. To see her once again kneeling before him in her submissive pose.

Chapter Seven

    Saturday night. Here she stood in her kitchen clutching a half-empty glass of wine. “What is wrong with this picture?” Chloe asked herself. Regret had already set in from not taking up the offer to join her fellow work colleagues at the local pub in Richmond. It wasn’t so much that she wouldn’t enjoy their company or a night out on the town. It’s more the fact that a certain someone wouldn’t be there. The only person Chloe found herself wanting to spend this Saturday night with was the only person who wouldn’t be there. Officer Jon Randall.
    After the first disastrous phone call to him, Chloe hadn’t made any other attempt to contact him since then. This hadn’t stopped her from fantasying about him though. God, if she had to admit how many times she had fantasised about him in this last week alone, Officer Randall would probably get a restraining order against her. Truth be told, there were a lot of them. Every single one of her fantasies starring himleft her wanting more and aching way too much. Nothing worked to alleviate the ever-present ache between her legs. Not even her toy collection, which had grown slightly since that night Officer Randall pulled her over, eased the intense ache inside her.
    Shaking her head from those wicked thoughts, Chloe needed to get out of this house of hers to find some sort of distraction. Something to take her mind off Officer Jon Randall, make her think about anything else other than fantasising about him. Even though there was little chance of that ever happening.
    Walking over to her bedroom closet, Chloe quickly changed into a pair of black hipster jeans and a figure-hugging red blouse then tied her hair back into a low ponytail and fixed up her light makeup. Slipping her feet into a pair of ruby-red ballet flats and grabbing her purse and keys from the hall table, Chloe headed out.
    Jumping into her little blue bubble of a car, she pulled out onto the street, her destination the local pub the locals raved about, The Convict Inn. Finding a park not far from the pub’s front entrance and switching the engine off, Chloe sat there for a few minutes, taking a few deep breaths to calm down. Stepping out of the car, she locked it up and headed inside.
    Hell, it was her birthday after all. She should be out celebrating.
    Strolling up to an empty stool at the bar, she took a seat. Ordering a house white from the pretty young redhead behind the bar, Chloe couldn’t help but feel slightly nervous. She let her eyes wander around the bar, taking in the scenes around her. No one here seemed to be anyone she