guy in the store a few weeks ago. He was angry over the fact that Barbara closed her line for a lunch break when there were more customers waiting. They were swamped that day, but Barbara didn't care. She hated that job."
"Did Lee remember what the guy looked like?"
"Not really."
"Anything at all that could help us?"
"Remember what Lee said about his clothes?” Janelle offered the information to Casey from the other room.
"She said that he was an attractive guy and was a worker, like maybe a janitor or foreman,” Casey said.
"Yeah, and I think she said he was wearing blue pants and black construction boots,” Janelle added.
Jerry wrote everything down in his notepad.
They asked the women if they recalled anything else, then left them their business cards.
"Thanks again for your help. We'll be in touch.” Jerry smiled sympathetically before they left the apartment.
* * * *
Luke sat in his kitchen. He stared at the wall, just thinking about what happened this morning. He wanted to kiss Diana from the moment they met. She continuously entered his thoughts throughout the day, and she was in his dreams. The fact she showed up at his front door was like some captivating fantasy, conjured up in his mind and spirit, come true.
The alluring darkness of her eyes, the toned muscles in her arms, and the way her clothing fit so snugly against the curves of her body was enough to activate his manhood.
Damn, the way that woman didn't even back down to his arrogant attitude turned him on. He laughed as he thought about the way she stood in the doorway. One hand on her hip and one on the handle of her gun. Man, was that a sight.
When he held her in his arms and she didn't resist his moves at all, he wanted more.
He closed his eyes, thought about how if felt to touch her, caress her every curve, and to taste her. His hand glided behind the back of her neck to support her as his other arm wrapped around her waist, drifting over the bulge of her firearm and lifting her hips against his own.
He never thought a woman in an authoritative position, especially a cop, would turn him on. He was pleasantly surprised by her reaction, her equally aggressive behavior.
How the hell am I going to concentrate on this case and work side by side with her?
He realized he couldn't wait to see her again. But her reaction, her attitude before she ran from his house, left him feeling uncertain of whether he would ever get that close to Diana Pellino again.
He could smell her perfume. It lingered in his kitchen, and he couldn't get himself to start working.
The doorbell rang. Luke was annoyed at the interruption. He was suddenly filled with hope it was Diana. He glanced in the mirror in the hallway and cursed the signs of exhaustion on his face, and the poor decision of eating a whole loaf of garlic bread with lunch.
He grabbed a piece of gum from the table and shoved it into his mouth, chewing quickly. Biting the inside of his mouth, he cursed again in pain, then took a deep breath before opening the door.
Shock and disappointment filled him to his core.
He walked away, leaving the door open as he headed to the kitchen. He made a fresh pot of coffee.
"It's good to see you, too,” his father said.
"I'm kind of busy, Dad. What is it you want?” Luke never looked up.
"I called you and left messages."
"I'm busy."
"I know you are, but I wanted to straighten things out with you."
Luke laughed sarcastically, then gave him a dirty look over his shoulder.
He heard his father's exasperated sigh.
"Come on, I'm trying here, which is more than I can say for you."
He abruptly turned to his father. “Trying at what? Being a dad? Not fucking up my head? Why are you even bothering? I gave up on you years ago.” Luke crossed his arms in front of his chest and leaned back against the counter.
His father stared at him, holding his gaze, then looked down. His dad was guilty. Guilty of every damn thing he knew his father had done wrong from the time
"Did Lee remember what the guy looked like?"
"Not really."
"Anything at all that could help us?"
"Remember what Lee said about his clothes?” Janelle offered the information to Casey from the other room.
"She said that he was an attractive guy and was a worker, like maybe a janitor or foreman,” Casey said.
"Yeah, and I think she said he was wearing blue pants and black construction boots,” Janelle added.
Jerry wrote everything down in his notepad.
They asked the women if they recalled anything else, then left them their business cards.
"Thanks again for your help. We'll be in touch.” Jerry smiled sympathetically before they left the apartment.
* * * *
Luke sat in his kitchen. He stared at the wall, just thinking about what happened this morning. He wanted to kiss Diana from the moment they met. She continuously entered his thoughts throughout the day, and she was in his dreams. The fact she showed up at his front door was like some captivating fantasy, conjured up in his mind and spirit, come true.
The alluring darkness of her eyes, the toned muscles in her arms, and the way her clothing fit so snugly against the curves of her body was enough to activate his manhood.
Damn, the way that woman didn't even back down to his arrogant attitude turned him on. He laughed as he thought about the way she stood in the doorway. One hand on her hip and one on the handle of her gun. Man, was that a sight.
When he held her in his arms and she didn't resist his moves at all, he wanted more.
He closed his eyes, thought about how if felt to touch her, caress her every curve, and to taste her. His hand glided behind the back of her neck to support her as his other arm wrapped around her waist, drifting over the bulge of her firearm and lifting her hips against his own.
He never thought a woman in an authoritative position, especially a cop, would turn him on. He was pleasantly surprised by her reaction, her equally aggressive behavior.
How the hell am I going to concentrate on this case and work side by side with her?
He realized he couldn't wait to see her again. But her reaction, her attitude before she ran from his house, left him feeling uncertain of whether he would ever get that close to Diana Pellino again.
He could smell her perfume. It lingered in his kitchen, and he couldn't get himself to start working.
The doorbell rang. Luke was annoyed at the interruption. He was suddenly filled with hope it was Diana. He glanced in the mirror in the hallway and cursed the signs of exhaustion on his face, and the poor decision of eating a whole loaf of garlic bread with lunch.
He grabbed a piece of gum from the table and shoved it into his mouth, chewing quickly. Biting the inside of his mouth, he cursed again in pain, then took a deep breath before opening the door.
Shock and disappointment filled him to his core.
He walked away, leaving the door open as he headed to the kitchen. He made a fresh pot of coffee.
"It's good to see you, too,” his father said.
"I'm kind of busy, Dad. What is it you want?” Luke never looked up.
"I called you and left messages."
"I'm busy."
"I know you are, but I wanted to straighten things out with you."
Luke laughed sarcastically, then gave him a dirty look over his shoulder.
He heard his father's exasperated sigh.
"Come on, I'm trying here, which is more than I can say for you."
He abruptly turned to his father. “Trying at what? Being a dad? Not fucking up my head? Why are you even bothering? I gave up on you years ago.” Luke crossed his arms in front of his chest and leaned back against the counter.
His father stared at him, holding his gaze, then looked down. His dad was guilty. Guilty of every damn thing he knew his father had done wrong from the time
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