safe.”
“It’s my job, Dad. Safe does not make for interesting reading.”
“I know it’s all exciting and fun in New York, but it’s different out here, love. People lead simple lives, harsh lives, and it’s been bad over there, real bad, for a long time. Who was that guy you were with, this Storm character, the drug dealer.”
I roll my eyes. “He’s not a drug dealer. He actually does a lot of…” but I let it go. It’s not worth it. I’m tired. I’m sore. I want to get back into bed and forget all about it.
There’s a knock on the door. Without thinking, I step up to answer it and come face to face with Dan.
I go to shut the door right in his face, but he holds it open. “I just want to talk.”
“I don’t have anything to say to you.”
“Look, I didn’t mean to barge in on you like that. I apologize.”
“Apology accepted. Now leave.”
He keeps holding the door open. “I just wanted to tell you, there’s been a development.”
“Yeah?”
“I’m afraid one of my men was paid off by the local MC crew looking to put heat on your boy. It was one of my own officers who planted that baggie, I’m sorry to say.”
He looks embarrassed.
Good.
“They confessed?”
“Not exactly, but we pieced it together. As such, and because I am an honest man, I’m afraid I owe you both a debt of apology. I’m headed over that way right now to put it right.”
“Well… that’s considerate of you.”
“Can I see you again, Alice? Please.”
“I don’t think that’s a very good idea.”
He smiles, and something crosses me. Maybe I’m wrong? “Well, that’s your decision and I will respect it, but if you ever change your mind.”
“Goodbye, Dan.”
“Goodbye, Alice.”
I close the door softly and Dad pretends to go back to his paper. “Great man, that sheriff.”
I roll my eyes again and swat his paper as I walk past. “Really, Dad?”
*
I meet Jemma for coffee at the diner.
“Three times in one night! Alice, you are a little slut. You’ve been holding out on me all this time.”
I hold the mug in two hands, blowing on the fiery bowl. “It wasn’t like that. He’s… different.”
She makes out the shape of a penis with her hands. “You mean he’s loaded, like this?”
I laugh. “He’s… a good size, yes.”
Jemma sits back, running her hands through her hair. “Wow. Amazing.”
“Don’t act like you had no part in this. I know you made sure he was at that concert.”
She shrugs. “I can neither confirm, nor deny, but I am enjoying these juicy details. I have to live vicariously through you now. No one’s going to want to touch a pregnant heifer.”
“You’re going to be even more beautiful with that baby bump, trust me.”
She prods her belly. “I just have no idea how two of them are going to fit in there, you know?”
“Or come out.”
“My poor vagina will be like an aircraft hangar after that .”
I almost spit my coffee out. “Jemma! They do have these things called Caesarians now, you know.”
“Yeah, yeah, but you’re avoiding the big issue. Are you going to see him again?”
“Who?”
“You know damn well who!”
I recall the way he walked away from the police station. “I don’t think he wants to see me. He’s being all ‘high and mighty, sacrifice myself’.
Jemma leans closer. “Hey, hey, I won’t have that attitude here. You really like this guy, huh, the mysterious brooding biker rocker boy?”
“You make him sound like a cardboard cut-out. He’s not a cliché.”
“No, could have fooled me, not that there’s anything wrong with that.”
“He’s Tim’s twin brother,” I blurt out.
Jemma’s face twists up. “What?”
“There was a photo of them together on his shelf. It was him. No doubt about it. He even said so.”
“Whoa. What are the chances?”
I’ve asked myself the same question. Here I am screwing my first love’s brother. What would Tim think if he was here? Maybe that was the attraction
“It’s my job, Dad. Safe does not make for interesting reading.”
“I know it’s all exciting and fun in New York, but it’s different out here, love. People lead simple lives, harsh lives, and it’s been bad over there, real bad, for a long time. Who was that guy you were with, this Storm character, the drug dealer.”
I roll my eyes. “He’s not a drug dealer. He actually does a lot of…” but I let it go. It’s not worth it. I’m tired. I’m sore. I want to get back into bed and forget all about it.
There’s a knock on the door. Without thinking, I step up to answer it and come face to face with Dan.
I go to shut the door right in his face, but he holds it open. “I just want to talk.”
“I don’t have anything to say to you.”
“Look, I didn’t mean to barge in on you like that. I apologize.”
“Apology accepted. Now leave.”
He keeps holding the door open. “I just wanted to tell you, there’s been a development.”
“Yeah?”
“I’m afraid one of my men was paid off by the local MC crew looking to put heat on your boy. It was one of my own officers who planted that baggie, I’m sorry to say.”
He looks embarrassed.
Good.
“They confessed?”
“Not exactly, but we pieced it together. As such, and because I am an honest man, I’m afraid I owe you both a debt of apology. I’m headed over that way right now to put it right.”
“Well… that’s considerate of you.”
“Can I see you again, Alice? Please.”
“I don’t think that’s a very good idea.”
He smiles, and something crosses me. Maybe I’m wrong? “Well, that’s your decision and I will respect it, but if you ever change your mind.”
“Goodbye, Dan.”
“Goodbye, Alice.”
I close the door softly and Dad pretends to go back to his paper. “Great man, that sheriff.”
I roll my eyes again and swat his paper as I walk past. “Really, Dad?”
*
I meet Jemma for coffee at the diner.
“Three times in one night! Alice, you are a little slut. You’ve been holding out on me all this time.”
I hold the mug in two hands, blowing on the fiery bowl. “It wasn’t like that. He’s… different.”
She makes out the shape of a penis with her hands. “You mean he’s loaded, like this?”
I laugh. “He’s… a good size, yes.”
Jemma sits back, running her hands through her hair. “Wow. Amazing.”
“Don’t act like you had no part in this. I know you made sure he was at that concert.”
She shrugs. “I can neither confirm, nor deny, but I am enjoying these juicy details. I have to live vicariously through you now. No one’s going to want to touch a pregnant heifer.”
“You’re going to be even more beautiful with that baby bump, trust me.”
She prods her belly. “I just have no idea how two of them are going to fit in there, you know?”
“Or come out.”
“My poor vagina will be like an aircraft hangar after that .”
I almost spit my coffee out. “Jemma! They do have these things called Caesarians now, you know.”
“Yeah, yeah, but you’re avoiding the big issue. Are you going to see him again?”
“Who?”
“You know damn well who!”
I recall the way he walked away from the police station. “I don’t think he wants to see me. He’s being all ‘high and mighty, sacrifice myself’.
Jemma leans closer. “Hey, hey, I won’t have that attitude here. You really like this guy, huh, the mysterious brooding biker rocker boy?”
“You make him sound like a cardboard cut-out. He’s not a cliché.”
“No, could have fooled me, not that there’s anything wrong with that.”
“He’s Tim’s twin brother,” I blurt out.
Jemma’s face twists up. “What?”
“There was a photo of them together on his shelf. It was him. No doubt about it. He even said so.”
“Whoa. What are the chances?”
I’ve asked myself the same question. Here I am screwing my first love’s brother. What would Tim think if he was here? Maybe that was the attraction
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