At one point when we’d been kissing, I’d noticed something glinting between her tits, but I hadn’t wanted to leave her mouth long enough to explore. Now that I didn’t have it distracting me, I wanted to know what it was. She wasn’t wearing a bra, that I knew for sure, and as far as I knew clothing manufacturers didn’t put embellishments inside clothes nowadays. So what was it? Maybe she’d come across glitter at some point and it had stuck to her? That stuff was the herpes of the crafting world, so it wouldn’t surprise me. My sister Catalina had gone through a stage of using glitter on everything when we were kids, and we’d found the shit everywhere for years afterward. Would that shine like what I’d noticed had?
Leaving the back door open for Ranger, I walked over to the doorway that led into the living room so that I could look out of my front window at Rose’s house. What was it about Miss Beauregard that fascinated me so much? That question was easily answered – everything. I liked everything about her, and I loved her sense of humor.
The prank war between us might have annoyed some people, and yeah sometimes it was a pain in the ass, but it was us. To each their own – I don’t judge you, you don’t judge me. Except people did judge, and the discussion between Tana and Rose at the hospital today had proven that.
Did I care what they thought about me and Rose? Fuck no. But I cared what they thought about a woman who’d been beaten and abused. The world was full of assholes, I should know seeing as how I’d arrested enough of them throughout my career, but to judge a woman as weak? That’s the definition of an ignorant asshole, and I had no time for those people. I just hoped they were never in that position to find their way out of, begging and hoping for light at the end of the tunnel.
Just then, a nose shoving its way between my legs from behind snapped me out of my thoughts as Ranger let me know he was hungry. “I wish you wouldn’t do that,” I sighed, walking back to the kitchen to close the door and get his food ready. “We’ve discussed this many times, boy. I’m a human, humans don’t do that nose to ass interaction shit. Sticking your nose in mine is just weird and gross.” Turning around to make sure he was listening, I groaned when I saw him licking his balls instead. “And that’s not right either. Go find a private corner somewhere far away from me to do that shit.”
Apparently that’s not how dogs do it, though, because the furry little asshole continued to do it even after I put his bowl down on the floor.Fourteen hours later…
Living in a small town is great – there’s less major crime like murders, less crime in general, but crime still happens. They were now building more houses and properties on the outskirts of the town, which meant that crime was starting to go up. However, on the whole we didn’t deal with what the police in major cities dealt with, so that was a plus. With the new housing, though, we were definitely getting stretched thin seeing as how we were a small department.
Last night’s announcement that DB’s dad Alex would be joining us hadn’t been a surprise, but it had been a huge relief because two others were coming, too. In three week’s time, we’d be gaining Alex, an officer from Florida called Carter, and another one from Chicago called Alejandro. All had been working in their jobs for a while, so the only real change would be going from large cities to a small town. At least, that’s what I was hoping for. We were also looking for a new front desk clerk to work with Rory, so hopefully we’d find them soon. Maybe she’d even leave, because she was getting on my last nerve.
Everything at work was running smoothly, I’d been called out to the theft of some machinery from the building sites where the new properties were being developed, there had been kids partying at the lake, and the last call had been to old man Beck who’d thought someone was ‘scoping the joint’, but it turned out to be one of his girlfriends stalking him to see if he was cheating on her. The answer was – he was, just not at that exact moment. No, the other woman had turned up while I was questioning the first woman, decked out in a black trench coat and I suspected had nothing else on underneath. This had led to a fight, lots of arguing, and finally me driving the women back to their homes – in adjacent rooms at the retirement home.