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scars, Hope,” Slade said sadly. “This isn’t a life. This isn’t a life for you.”
     
    I climbed off him as he stood and dressed once more. I watched him, feeling the tears behind my eyes. I wouldn’t cry just yet, I promised myself. I would wait till he was gone.
     
    “Find yourself a nice boy. A college boy, maybe. Someone with a future.”
     
    “You have a future. You’re going to Portland.”
     
    “That’s not a future, Hope. What I have is a past. You want a boy with a future. There’s a distance.”
     
    He leaned down and kissed me once more. I melted into that kiss. It was the kind of kiss that leaves you wanting another and another. The kind of kiss that you don’t want to believe is the last.
     
    “I’ll never forget you, darling.”
     
    “Please don’t,” was all I could manage to say before he left and the tears started to flow.
     
    From my window, I watched Slade mount his bike.
     
    He looked like a knight—a warrior from medieval sagas, clad in black leather armor and atop a steel, fuel injected steed. He looked back to me to wave but I had already retreated from the window.
     

 
    The Date
     
    In contrast to how eventful the first day of my week was, the rest of the week was positively boring.
     
    I took the next day off work and my boss, who’s a fairly nice guy when I think about it, even paid me since I had seen a guy murdered outside and all that.
     
    Pretty decent of him, if you ask me.
     
    I went and bought some new clothes for my date with Officer McGinn, though I was no longer nearly as excited about it was had been earlier. I didn’t want McGinn. I wanted Slade. And I couldn’t shake the suspicion that this was just a way to find out more about Slade… Regardless, I would go out to dinner, let McGinn buy me a nice meal, and maybe I would even go home with him. But I wouldn’t betray Slade. I had already decided that.
     
    At seven on Friday evening, I saw a motorcycle roll up. It wasn’t a Harley like Slade’s. It was a sporty little Japanese bike, a Suzuki I think. It was definitely cute and it looked fast, but not nearly as powerful as Slade’s machine.
     
    McGinn pulled off his helmet and waved up to me. I blushed and waved back. He was wearing a fashionable suit, something a little casual but still nice, with a cute woolen tie and gorgeous tan shoes that set off the whole ensemble. I wore a nice black dress—a new piece I had just bought for the date, and something which was now the most expensive piece of clothing I own.
     
    Retail therapy, anyone?
     
    I went down stairs and saw McGinn had a helmet for me too, but no sidecar. So he wanted me to ride with him?
     
    He tossed me the helmet.
     
    “There you go,” he called out. “Give her a try. See if she fits.”
     
    It did. I gave him a thumbs up and got on the bike behind him. Immediately, it revved to life and I almost gasped. Damn, but I could get used to that between my legs. I wrapped my arms around McGinn, feeling his tight, firm abs through his suit, and off we went.
     
    ~
     
    We went to a fancy restaurant on the other side of town. We had reservations and everything. I had never been to a restaurant that took reservations.
     
    Over a lovely dinner, McGinn told me about himself: oldest of six kids, been working since he was thirteen, put himself through college at State, joined the force and hoped to make detective this year.
     
    “I figure if I catch O’Connor, there’s no way they can’t make me detective,” he said with a grin.
     
    “O’Connor?” I asked, confused. And then I realized who he meant. Slade.
     
    “Yeah, the biker murderer? You can’t have forgotten already?”
     
    “I guess I blocked out part of it,” I said with a sheepish grin.
     
    I had to admit, I was having fun. I had never been wined and dined like this before and the way the candlelight glinted off the glasses at the table, and the way McGinn’s light blonde hair glowed in the low light of the