He recognized this feeling as one he did not like and would not tolerate.
Shane McCall would not be vulnerable. Isn’t that why he was here? In a little town where he didn’t know a soul, and planned to keep it that way?
Correction: didn’t know any girl souls.
He’d known Morgan for years, from when they had worked together on a temporary assignment on a drug smuggling case in Portland. Morgan had moved back here, to his hometown of Miracle Harbor, to get married and have babies. Morgan had invited him to come for dinner one night. Meet his wife, his kids.
The wife he might have been able to handle, but kids?
He couldn’t be around kids.
He didn’t want to feel things. Guys talked about basketball scores and work. Kids related on a different level entirely. And women, well, he wasn’t even going to go there.
An old pal on the Drug Unit, Drew Duarte worried about him, had pulled him back from a life of complete loneliness and despair by begging him to help out with training. So he did specialized training sessions a few times a year, which is why he ran and lifted weights. He wasn’t letting any young buck ten years his junior run him into the ground. Now, Drew had him taking it a step further. He was working on a chapter on drug detection procedures for a Federal enforcement agency training manual.
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