Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
He rattled off his phone number, thanked her for her time and hung up.
“Happy now?”
“Not as happy as you’re going to be when she calls you back. However, I will say at least I’m not embarrassed, as much, to call you my brother.”
“Fuck you.” He reached for the beer and opened it before draining half right away. He needed something more but didn’t wish to spend his evening pounding beer.
“Somehow I don’t think I’m your type. But your lieutenant, she is fucking hot.”
“I’m not getting into this with you.” Davin got to his feet and went to the kitchen.
“I know how to use Google,” Tavin hollered after him.
Somedays he wished he was an only child. Or at least not so in tune with his sibling.
Tavin had just started up the grill and put on some music when Davin’s phone rang. He answered without looking at the screen.
“Bly.”
“Commander?”
His world slowed to a crawl, even the words falling off his brother’s lips hit deaf ears. All focus and attention were to the woman on the other end of the phone.
“It’s Lieutenant Kirk.”
“Yes Lieutenant. Thank you for getting back to me.”
He very deliberately turned his back on Tavin who watched him with raised eyebrows and an expression full of curiosity.
“That day will be fine. If you can just shoot me the address, I will meet you there. Not sure if I should be early or not.”
Words, his brain yelled. Make some words. “Early is fine, maybe fifteen to twenty minutes. And yes, I’ll have the address to you shortly.”
“Very good sir. I will see you on the seventeenth.” She was gone.
“Her voice is fucking hot too,” Tavin said.
Davin couldn’t argue that because it was. He punched his brother who had moved up beside him and was bent close to listen in on the conversation.
“Police brutality.”
“Dumbass,” he said laughing. “That’s when you beat someone.”
“Right, this is assaulting a police officer. Possibly attempted fratricide.”
“It wouldn’t just be attempted. Go away.”
Of course he didn’t. Tavin rubbed his hands together and chortled gleefully. “Are we texting her now? Does she get her own ring tone? Something like I Wanna Sex You Up or You Sexy Thing, no wait, it will be I Want Your Sex.”
Dropping his phone, Davin lunged at his sibling and tackled him to the ground. As they rolled in the living room, he put the thought of that woman to the back of his mind. To be revisited later when he was alone and could stroke himself as he did.
* * *
He didn’t see or speak to Lieutenant Kirk before the day she was supposed to be there to help him at the class. All day on the seventeenth, he alternated between worrying she would cancel to him actually having to see her and formulate some kind of sensible string of words.
Aside from her acknowledgement of the address, she’d not touched base with him at all. What if she couldn’t make it now?
His phone buzzed as he was driving his Wrangler there. Grabbing his phone, he swore as his brother sent him a text.
Try not to kiss her right away. Remember, her name is Neha Kirk.
Yes, he needed to kill his brother. As he sat in the parking lot of the gun shop, they were having class at, he sent him a reply.
Two words.
Very self explanatory.
Fuck you.
Then he hopped out and slid his phone in the back pocket of his jeans. After popping his head inside to say hello to Jimmy Cann, the proprietor, he walked out and made his way to the outdoor range.
The rumble of a motorcycle had him slowing down as a red crotch rocket pulled in the parking lot and rolled to a stop near his Jeep. His body thudded when the rider removed her helmet allowing him to see Neha once more.
She danced on the seat as she dug into her pocket seconds before pulling her hair up and securing it on the top of her head, allowing those curls to spill down like a wavy waterfall. He was on his way to her before he could talk himself out of it.
When she swung her leg over, he swallowed hard. Cute and sexy as all fuck. Dark indigo jeans that played havoc on his libido and a purply hue shirt beneath the red leather jacket that didn’t hide what she offered.
“Lieutenant,” he called. Twice before she turned to him and gave a small smile as she touched her ear.
“Hi.” She met him partway, helmet in hand.
“Thank you for coming.”
“My pleasure.” She looked around the area. “Are we indoor or out?”
“Out.”
Angling her gaze by him, she stared toward the range. “Okay, and how many are you expecting?”
He pushed his hands into his pockets. “Not sure. There is typically about ten but I can’t promise that many.”
Damn it he wanted to take off her sunglasses and find out what color her eyes were. A large pickup truck pulled in and he swore.