the door. “Do you want me to return to the hotel?”
“What? No. The boat’s yours until you find another place you’d rather live. Living here doesn’t have anything to do with what’s happening between us.”
“You’re sure?”
“Positive.” And the more they talked about it, the angrier it would make him. “You’d better go.”
Chapter Fifteen
Seana sat down at her desk, after a long night followed by an even longer day. She’d been called to assist Officer Kelvin in seizing a large supply of meth and arresting the partygoers who were allegedly involved in dealing the drugs. Following that had been a rash of calls involving a stolen or misplaced car from too many inebriated fisherman celebrating being in port. Since they were too drunk to drive, she’d made sure they’d gotten back to their boats. There was also a fight over a dart game that escalated with one of the patrons needing EMTs.
By morning a high wind advisory had been posted by the weather service, and the resulting wind damage had blown debris all over town. The worst was when metal remnants of a WWII-era building blew off near the airport, striking several vehicles parked in the adjacent lot. Luckily it had just been property damage and no physical injuries had been reported.
Seana wanted to head home. She hadn’t even unpacked and officially moved into Reel Dreamin’ as it had been nonstop chaos the last twenty-four hours. One good thing, she’d been too busy to think about Treat. That was until Aaron busted into her office.
“What did you do Treat? He’s on his boat listening to John Denver. John fucking Denver! He needs to cut that shit out.”
She was getting tired of Aaron bursting into her office and yelling at her. Slowly she got to her aching feet. “What the hell are you doing here? I gave you the rest of the week off.”
“I’m not here about work. I’m here about Treat.”
“What’s happening, or not happening, between Treat and me is none of your business.”
“It sure as hell is. He’s one of my oldest friends. He might as well be family.”
“Just yesterday you wanted to beat the shit out of him.”
“Well…that’s how it is sometimes with family. Besides, you butted into my personal life, and that gives me the right to butt into yours.”
“The hell it does,” she ground out as her temper got the best of her. She hadn’t slept all night. She’d been on the job since she’d left Treat. No sleep in God knew how long, no shower, no food, and no goddamn decent cup of coffee since the one she’d drank with Treat last night. “You’d better be careful what you say to me, Morehouse.”
“You know what, Deputy Chief, you were right where Courtney and I were concerned. But whatever you said or did to Treat, you’re wrong.”
“You don’t know anything about it.”
“I know Treat, and he’s never looked at a woman the way he does you.” Aaron stepped closer to her and lowered his voice to dangerous levels for his next threat. “You break his heart and I’ll personally make sure your ass is booted off the Aleutians.”
“You’ve crossed the line, Sergeant. Get the hell out of my office.” She wanted to fire his sorry ass but couldn’t do it on grounds like this. Plus, part of her admired his balls.
“You’re nothing like the women he usually goes for. I don’t know what Treat could see in you.”
She didn’t know whether to feel insulted by that or not. Luckily she didn’t have to respond since Aaron slammed out of her office. Her lungs deflated. God, she was tired. She turned back to the paperwork on her desk.
Yeah, not doing it.
She grabbed her jacket, closed up her office, said goodbye to the curious officers who’d witnessed another of Aaron’s fits, and left. The drive to the docks didn’t take long, thank goodness. She was so tired that she shouldn’t be driving. She parked and walked the length of the dock to the Reel Dreamin’, and hopedthat the boat lived up to
“What? No. The boat’s yours until you find another place you’d rather live. Living here doesn’t have anything to do with what’s happening between us.”
“You’re sure?”
“Positive.” And the more they talked about it, the angrier it would make him. “You’d better go.”
Chapter Fifteen
Seana sat down at her desk, after a long night followed by an even longer day. She’d been called to assist Officer Kelvin in seizing a large supply of meth and arresting the partygoers who were allegedly involved in dealing the drugs. Following that had been a rash of calls involving a stolen or misplaced car from too many inebriated fisherman celebrating being in port. Since they were too drunk to drive, she’d made sure they’d gotten back to their boats. There was also a fight over a dart game that escalated with one of the patrons needing EMTs.
By morning a high wind advisory had been posted by the weather service, and the resulting wind damage had blown debris all over town. The worst was when metal remnants of a WWII-era building blew off near the airport, striking several vehicles parked in the adjacent lot. Luckily it had just been property damage and no physical injuries had been reported.
Seana wanted to head home. She hadn’t even unpacked and officially moved into Reel Dreamin’ as it had been nonstop chaos the last twenty-four hours. One good thing, she’d been too busy to think about Treat. That was until Aaron busted into her office.
“What did you do Treat? He’s on his boat listening to John Denver. John fucking Denver! He needs to cut that shit out.”
She was getting tired of Aaron bursting into her office and yelling at her. Slowly she got to her aching feet. “What the hell are you doing here? I gave you the rest of the week off.”
“I’m not here about work. I’m here about Treat.”
“What’s happening, or not happening, between Treat and me is none of your business.”
“It sure as hell is. He’s one of my oldest friends. He might as well be family.”
“Just yesterday you wanted to beat the shit out of him.”
“Well…that’s how it is sometimes with family. Besides, you butted into my personal life, and that gives me the right to butt into yours.”
“The hell it does,” she ground out as her temper got the best of her. She hadn’t slept all night. She’d been on the job since she’d left Treat. No sleep in God knew how long, no shower, no food, and no goddamn decent cup of coffee since the one she’d drank with Treat last night. “You’d better be careful what you say to me, Morehouse.”
“You know what, Deputy Chief, you were right where Courtney and I were concerned. But whatever you said or did to Treat, you’re wrong.”
“You don’t know anything about it.”
“I know Treat, and he’s never looked at a woman the way he does you.” Aaron stepped closer to her and lowered his voice to dangerous levels for his next threat. “You break his heart and I’ll personally make sure your ass is booted off the Aleutians.”
“You’ve crossed the line, Sergeant. Get the hell out of my office.” She wanted to fire his sorry ass but couldn’t do it on grounds like this. Plus, part of her admired his balls.
“You’re nothing like the women he usually goes for. I don’t know what Treat could see in you.”
She didn’t know whether to feel insulted by that or not. Luckily she didn’t have to respond since Aaron slammed out of her office. Her lungs deflated. God, she was tired. She turned back to the paperwork on her desk.
Yeah, not doing it.
She grabbed her jacket, closed up her office, said goodbye to the curious officers who’d witnessed another of Aaron’s fits, and left. The drive to the docks didn’t take long, thank goodness. She was so tired that she shouldn’t be driving. She parked and walked the length of the dock to the Reel Dreamin’, and hopedthat the boat lived up to
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