Falling for the New Guy

This attraction thing was getting really annoying.

“If you ever see my apartment, you’ll know why that’s laughable. Now, can we get going, or what?”

“I’m not late.”

“We will be if you keep chitchatting.”

“I’m never late.”

“Never late. Never drunk. Boy Scout Captain Quiet to the rescue.”

“You’re irritating in the morning.”

“You’re hungover.”

“You were irritating yesterday morning.” She would be irritating every morning. What with the cheery demeanor, smug grin and smelling-like-flowers shit.

And he talked too much around her, under the influence or not. That needed to stop. So he waved her out of his apartment, grabbing his utility belt, going into his closet and unlocking his gun safe.

Tess, of course, watched instead of shooing out like he’d asked her to.

“Man, I know a lot of cops who own a lot of guns and I’ve never seen anyone keep them locked away like you do. Code and key?”

“Safety.”

She shook her head, finally taking that stupid flower smell with her as she stepped into the hallway. “I’m pretty well versed in gun safety. That, my friend, is what we call gun paranoia.”

“Well, you and my sister can share your penchant for unlocked firearms sometime. I will remain staunchly prosafety.”

“You have a sister, huh?” She side-eyed him as they walked down the stairs.

Talked. Too. Damn. Much. Why did she have that effect on him? No one had ever had that effect on him. Top-heavy mouth, queen-of-the-world attitude, really amazing ass or no. He was a bastion of silence. She was screwing that all up and it had only been about a week.

She slid into the patrol car and he placed his travel mug in the console before attaching his gun belt and sliding into the passenger seat.

Just had to get through today and then he got a break from her. Then four more days until he’d at least have his own car, even if she was there. He hated this two-week watch thing BCPD did. He wanted to be behind the wheel. In charge. Maybe then he would feel as though he had some control, because today, with headache pounding and mentioning Leah, all he felt like was a helpless...amoeba.

“So, what’s she like?”

“Who?”

“Your sister. I always wanted one, and I can’t picture you doing a lot of playing with a sister. Although, in fairness, I can’t picture you as a kid.”

“Leah and I didn’t do a lot of playing.”

“Big age difference?”

“No.”

“You’re too macho and manly to have played with girls?”

“No.” He squeezed the coffee cup and lifted it to his lips. He wouldn’t engage. Not on this. He was not elaborating on his pathetic family situation.

She picked up the radio, seeming to have given up on him explaining. “Ten forty-one,” she said into the speaker.

Now they were officially at work, which meant he was officially not thinking about her mouth in any way aside from official officer-to-officer...mouth things.

He focused on the window. He drank his coffee and kept his mouth otherwise firmly shut. She whistled, off tune, to some terrible ’80s power ballad in between answering some minor calls.

Luckily his headache subsided, the sloshing in his stomach abated. He felt almost human by lunchtime.

Just as they were about to take lunch, a call came through the radio. “Domestic disturbance at the Meadowview apartment complex on East Main. Front yard. One of the participants is armed.”

Her whole demeanor changed. Granted, so far all the day shift calls they’d run together had been easy, nonthreatening. A fender bender. Blown-out tire blocking the road. Disturbances with weapons were a lot more serious, so it made some sense, but there was something about her expression that made him wonder.

She clutched the radio. “En route.” She flicked a glance at him then back at the road as she turned around. “When we get there, I’m going to need you to field this one,” she said, a kind of steely, grave note where usually nothing but ease lilted.

“Not that I’m complaining, because I have been a cop for almost as long as you.” He shifted, trying to get a read on her expression. “But why the sudden change of heart about my week of just watching?”

She flipped on the siren, eyes and mouth grim. “Because it’s my father’s apartment complex.”

Marc didn’t have a clue what to say to that, so he didn’t say anything. Since she didn’t seem surprised and was having him handle it, it meant she thought her father was involved, and since she didn’t seem panicked, he had to guess her father was the one armed.

Yeah, really didn’t know what to say about that, so he just watched the road and tried to figure out how he was supposed to handle the armed father of his FTO.

CHAPTER FOUR (#ulink_0e625c67-937b-503f-b5b8-9f1bffde2244)

TESS TRIED TO keep her limbs steady and her expression strong and impenetrable as she pulled onto the street in front of her father’s place. A crowd had gathered in the tiny parking lot, and Tess’s stomach turned.

This was bad. Like high school when Dad had been locked up for three days bad and she’d been so sure that was it. She was on her own. Forever.

“I’ll handle it.”

Odd that Marc’s calm assertion was a touch comforting. She couldn’t remember anything ever being handled for her. Ever.

Which also made it uncomfortable. But there wasn’t enough time to analyze her feelings here. Not enough time to do much of anything except lean over and lay a hand on Marc’s arm before he could get all the way out of the car.

He waited, eyes resting on her face. Serious and unreadable, the exact expression she was trying to affect and probably failing at.

“If...if possible, see if you can talk everyone out of filing charges.”

He paused, then gave a curt nod and was gone, disappearing into the crowd.

Tess tried to breathe through the panic swirling in her gut. This was her dad and she was letting some guy she barely knew take care of it. Some guy she’d practically had to browbeat into introducing himself to the department.

How could she do that?

Because right now, she wasn’t Thomas Camden’s daughter, she was a police officer. The fact she had no doubt it was her father out there, drunk and armed and so damn out of control, meant her objectivity was skewed and she had to be strong enough to keep herself out of the equation.