shaking his head. “If you need me tonight, call.”
“Thank you, Jackson.” There was a world of weariness in her tone.
“You’re welcome, Becca.”
“Ree-becca,” she reminded him with a frown.
“Whatever.” He shrugged, grinning when irritation flashed over her expression.
“Go, woman, so I can head home. My cold shower awaits me.”
Rolling her eyes, she went into the house, closing the door firmly then turning the lock. Jackson breathed out roughly.
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“Damn woman,” he muttered, turning and walking back to his truck. Some nights just had to be harder than others.
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Lora Leigh and Veronica Chadwick
Chapter Eleven
The morning was proving to be a good one, made even better by the fact that she had the whole day free. She especially liked having at least one day off in the middle of the week. Fewer people meant she could get her shopping done faster and possibly get some things done at home.
The day was going to be another scorcher. It felt so much better to be out of that hot, navy polyester uniform and in her cool shorts and a tank top. Her headache was gone but she was still a bit tired. Jackson’s kiss had made it hard to fall asleep. That damned talented mouth of his…she shivered at the memories that flitted through her brain.
Rebecca shook her head. No, she had too much to do to get caught up in erotic daydreams. She yanked on the cart with one final energetic jerk, freeing it from the others. Groceries, she needed to focus on groceries. Her cabinets were bare and so was her fridge. A salad sounded good for lunch, simple and quick and no cooking…no cooking was always good. She might have salad for dinner too. She smiled to herself.
Man, the Piggly Wiggly was sadly lacking when it came to fresh produce, but she managed to find what she needed and moved on. If she got all the errands and stuff done, tonight she’d be able to relax and she really, really needed to relax. A hot bubble bath and a good book would be heaven.
Her first week had not turned out as she imagined it would. Her little indiscretions with Jackson had really screwed things up. The tension at work with Jackson’s not so subtle innuendos and double-entendres was enough to drive her mad. He’d get close enough that she’d felt his breath on her neck and the heat radiate from that hard, imposing body of his. Every brush of his hand, every stolen kiss, was making it harder and harder for her to remain impassive, to keep her wits about her. And as if that wasn’t enough, her fellow officers had been acting like spoiled little teenage boys.
Oh, Bryan was okay. Such a nice guy, he was ever the peacemaker. If it hadn’t been for him, the past week would have been hell. Officers Ed Martin and Roby Davis, however, were another story. They only acknowledged her existence when they had no other recourse. This latest fiasco was proof of that. What a pair those two were, damn obnoxious assholes. She smiled, indulging briefly in a violent fantasy that had her standing over the repentant and respectful cops after she’d beaten the crap out of them.
CRASH
“Oh. Sorry…” Rebecca looked up and groaned inwardly.
“Well, hey there, Becca. Ya know, hon…” He leaned over a bit, pretending to whisper. “You shouldn’t fantasize about me while operating any kind of vehicle.“ He frowned and shook his head. “Dangerous, way too dangerous. “
“Ha, ha, ha.” She made a face. “Get out of my way.”
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Jackson moved his cart to the side without unblocking her way and stepped up next to her, scanning the contents of her cart. Her stomach did little flips. Why did he have to smell so good?
“Now, Becca, there’s no call to be rude, even if you did become a Yankee city girl. “
Like a wolf stalking his prey, Jackson’s gaze traveled the length of her body. His voice rumbled low and seductive. “Mmmm, sugar, you have got the best set of legs.”
Damn, damn, damn. She
“Thank you, Jackson.” There was a world of weariness in her tone.
“You’re welcome, Becca.”
“Ree-becca,” she reminded him with a frown.
“Whatever.” He shrugged, grinning when irritation flashed over her expression.
“Go, woman, so I can head home. My cold shower awaits me.”
Rolling her eyes, she went into the house, closing the door firmly then turning the lock. Jackson breathed out roughly.
52
Moving Violations
“Damn woman,” he muttered, turning and walking back to his truck. Some nights just had to be harder than others.
53
Lora Leigh and Veronica Chadwick
Chapter Eleven
The morning was proving to be a good one, made even better by the fact that she had the whole day free. She especially liked having at least one day off in the middle of the week. Fewer people meant she could get her shopping done faster and possibly get some things done at home.
The day was going to be another scorcher. It felt so much better to be out of that hot, navy polyester uniform and in her cool shorts and a tank top. Her headache was gone but she was still a bit tired. Jackson’s kiss had made it hard to fall asleep. That damned talented mouth of his…she shivered at the memories that flitted through her brain.
Rebecca shook her head. No, she had too much to do to get caught up in erotic daydreams. She yanked on the cart with one final energetic jerk, freeing it from the others. Groceries, she needed to focus on groceries. Her cabinets were bare and so was her fridge. A salad sounded good for lunch, simple and quick and no cooking…no cooking was always good. She might have salad for dinner too. She smiled to herself.
Man, the Piggly Wiggly was sadly lacking when it came to fresh produce, but she managed to find what she needed and moved on. If she got all the errands and stuff done, tonight she’d be able to relax and she really, really needed to relax. A hot bubble bath and a good book would be heaven.
Her first week had not turned out as she imagined it would. Her little indiscretions with Jackson had really screwed things up. The tension at work with Jackson’s not so subtle innuendos and double-entendres was enough to drive her mad. He’d get close enough that she’d felt his breath on her neck and the heat radiate from that hard, imposing body of his. Every brush of his hand, every stolen kiss, was making it harder and harder for her to remain impassive, to keep her wits about her. And as if that wasn’t enough, her fellow officers had been acting like spoiled little teenage boys.
Oh, Bryan was okay. Such a nice guy, he was ever the peacemaker. If it hadn’t been for him, the past week would have been hell. Officers Ed Martin and Roby Davis, however, were another story. They only acknowledged her existence when they had no other recourse. This latest fiasco was proof of that. What a pair those two were, damn obnoxious assholes. She smiled, indulging briefly in a violent fantasy that had her standing over the repentant and respectful cops after she’d beaten the crap out of them.
CRASH
“Oh. Sorry…” Rebecca looked up and groaned inwardly.
“Well, hey there, Becca. Ya know, hon…” He leaned over a bit, pretending to whisper. “You shouldn’t fantasize about me while operating any kind of vehicle.“ He frowned and shook his head. “Dangerous, way too dangerous. “
“Ha, ha, ha.” She made a face. “Get out of my way.”
54
Moving Violations
Jackson moved his cart to the side without unblocking her way and stepped up next to her, scanning the contents of her cart. Her stomach did little flips. Why did he have to smell so good?
“Now, Becca, there’s no call to be rude, even if you did become a Yankee city girl. “
Like a wolf stalking his prey, Jackson’s gaze traveled the length of her body. His voice rumbled low and seductive. “Mmmm, sugar, you have got the best set of legs.”
Damn, damn, damn. She
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