mission. She keeps telling me you’re not right and you’re struggling with all this shit.”
I roll my eyes and slap the folder on the table. “It’s all new. It’s just going to take time to get used to it all, and it doesn’t help that Hannah is looking at it like a fucking business agreement. I feel sorry for our fucking kid. This is a clusterfuck. I haven’t even told my dad yet. You know what he’s like about family and meeting the one and shit.” I swipe my hands through my hair and lean back, letting the chair tilt and take my weight.
“Listen it’s not the best way things could have gone and I really want you to settle down, Jasp, but you’re doing this all for the wrong reasons.”
“Sammy, they’re the only reasons. You know how I feel about this stuff. I never wanted kids or marriage, but life sometimes throws you a curve ball and you just have to adjust to it. You of all people know what it’s like growing up with a shitty parent. I won’t risk her meeting some prick and letting him raise my kid, no fucking way.” Hannah is due back tomorrow. She told me she’s staying with her parents for the night and wants to meet for breakfast in the morning to discuss things.
“Hey.” My insides stir at the sound of Derek’s voice. I don’t know where to look. I know I can’t look at him. Sammy would see it all over my face, so I lift some files and will my eyes to stare at them.
“Hey,” I manage to get past my dry throat.
Sammy greets him with a handshake. “What are you doing here?” Sammy asks, taking a seat on the corner of the desk.
“I wanted to let you know in person that we’re pretty sure we have this guy connected with the stalker cases.”
I lower the files to find his gaze on me. I shift and briefly flick my eyes to Sammy. He stands and grabs Derek in a hug. “That’s great fucking news.” Derek returns his hug with a hard pat on Sammy’s shoulder.
“Where’s Kyra?” I ask.
He fucking smirks at me. “She’s on our couch after losing her stomach contents down the john. She feels like shit and can’t remember anything she did or said since River and Sammy left.”
Sammy folds his arms and grins at Derek. “What did she do or say?”
Derek’s eyes slowly drag themselves from me and return Sammy’s grin. “Just the usual drunken garble people say when they’re intoxicated.”
Sammy looks to me and then back to Derek. “You know what they say; truth comes out when you’re drunk. Did she declare love?”
“She declared Jasp is beautiful,” Derek informs him, making him burst into a fit of laughter.
“Fuck, you are, too.” He leans over and pinches my cheeks. “Like a little princess.”
I bat his hand from my cheek. “Prick.” I stand, jumping out of the way of Sammy’s fist coming towards my upper arm. “I’m out,” I laugh, brushing past Derek to get to the door. His scent invades my senses, sending the message to my dick that it’s him.
“Where you going?” Sammy calls out.
I stroke a hand down my face. “I have a date with your wife. She’s like Ky, can’t get enough of this beautiful face.” I wink and dodge the pen he throws at me from the desk.
“What about the file I wanted?” he shouts.
“On the desk, asshole,” I shout back, pushing the door to exit.
I don’t have to meet River until this afternoon, but my mind and dick are still having communicational problems, and the last thing I need is Sammy picking up on the weird shit going on with Derek and me. My life is complicated enough and I just need to let this shit, whatever it is, pass.
“Jasp.”
I stop dead and take a few calming breaths before I turn to face Derek, who like a sneaky fucking ninja, has followed me out.
“What’s up?” I ask, over-gesturing a chin lift like we’re fucking homies. I clear my throat, slipping my hands into my pocket to stop myself from picking the eyelash from his cheek.
“I wanted to ask if you’ll check in on Kyra,
I roll my eyes and slap the folder on the table. “It’s all new. It’s just going to take time to get used to it all, and it doesn’t help that Hannah is looking at it like a fucking business agreement. I feel sorry for our fucking kid. This is a clusterfuck. I haven’t even told my dad yet. You know what he’s like about family and meeting the one and shit.” I swipe my hands through my hair and lean back, letting the chair tilt and take my weight.
“Listen it’s not the best way things could have gone and I really want you to settle down, Jasp, but you’re doing this all for the wrong reasons.”
“Sammy, they’re the only reasons. You know how I feel about this stuff. I never wanted kids or marriage, but life sometimes throws you a curve ball and you just have to adjust to it. You of all people know what it’s like growing up with a shitty parent. I won’t risk her meeting some prick and letting him raise my kid, no fucking way.” Hannah is due back tomorrow. She told me she’s staying with her parents for the night and wants to meet for breakfast in the morning to discuss things.
“Hey.” My insides stir at the sound of Derek’s voice. I don’t know where to look. I know I can’t look at him. Sammy would see it all over my face, so I lift some files and will my eyes to stare at them.
“Hey,” I manage to get past my dry throat.
Sammy greets him with a handshake. “What are you doing here?” Sammy asks, taking a seat on the corner of the desk.
“I wanted to let you know in person that we’re pretty sure we have this guy connected with the stalker cases.”
I lower the files to find his gaze on me. I shift and briefly flick my eyes to Sammy. He stands and grabs Derek in a hug. “That’s great fucking news.” Derek returns his hug with a hard pat on Sammy’s shoulder.
“Where’s Kyra?” I ask.
He fucking smirks at me. “She’s on our couch after losing her stomach contents down the john. She feels like shit and can’t remember anything she did or said since River and Sammy left.”
Sammy folds his arms and grins at Derek. “What did she do or say?”
Derek’s eyes slowly drag themselves from me and return Sammy’s grin. “Just the usual drunken garble people say when they’re intoxicated.”
Sammy looks to me and then back to Derek. “You know what they say; truth comes out when you’re drunk. Did she declare love?”
“She declared Jasp is beautiful,” Derek informs him, making him burst into a fit of laughter.
“Fuck, you are, too.” He leans over and pinches my cheeks. “Like a little princess.”
I bat his hand from my cheek. “Prick.” I stand, jumping out of the way of Sammy’s fist coming towards my upper arm. “I’m out,” I laugh, brushing past Derek to get to the door. His scent invades my senses, sending the message to my dick that it’s him.
“Where you going?” Sammy calls out.
I stroke a hand down my face. “I have a date with your wife. She’s like Ky, can’t get enough of this beautiful face.” I wink and dodge the pen he throws at me from the desk.
“What about the file I wanted?” he shouts.
“On the desk, asshole,” I shout back, pushing the door to exit.
I don’t have to meet River until this afternoon, but my mind and dick are still having communicational problems, and the last thing I need is Sammy picking up on the weird shit going on with Derek and me. My life is complicated enough and I just need to let this shit, whatever it is, pass.
“Jasp.”
I stop dead and take a few calming breaths before I turn to face Derek, who like a sneaky fucking ninja, has followed me out.
“What’s up?” I ask, over-gesturing a chin lift like we’re fucking homies. I clear my throat, slipping my hands into my pocket to stop myself from picking the eyelash from his cheek.
“I wanted to ask if you’ll check in on Kyra,
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