Chapter Two
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Mark
Thank fuck I get the chance to be around that little thing for a whole weekend. Longer if I have anything to say about it. I've been a cop for five years and a detective for six months. I didn't think I was a rookie when I joined the other detectives but apparently, I am brand new all over again. Five years isn't that long in the big picture of things. Jag and Charlie have been working as police officers for over ten years.
Still, it irks me when everyone calls me Rookie - the fuckers. But that's alright. I'll pay my dues and keep on it for my chance to be a detective. It’s something I have always wanted ever since I was a boy watching all the tv shows about cops.
I am a person who knows what I want, how I want it. I wanted to be a detective, thus I worked hard for years, took the exam, and here I am. Now I am looking at something else I want. It just so happens to be shooting me dirty looks, five-foot...two...maybe three, and red-headed.
The woman I have my eye on looks like a walking manifestation of Jessica fucking Rabbit. Another very influential thing from my childhood and the star of quite a bit of spank material all through my early teens. And this woman has it all.
I wait to approach her until Rani can introduce us. I met Rani when she came over to Charlie's house during Super Bowl weekend. She seems like a cool girl and I'm happy for my friend. In this profession, it’s important to find a woman who can handle the job as well as you have to. Not every woman is up for it, but I think Charlie might have found one.
Rani sees my interest – it’s not like I'm trying to hide it - and takes pity on me. She leads me over to the girl after answering a burning question I had about her - is she legal? Turns out she is but not by much.
"Rumer, this is Mark. He's the new detective Charlie works with. Have you two met yet?"
I hold my hand out hoping she offers hers. She eventually does and I don't hesitate to take her hand in mine. "Rumer. That's a pretty name." And fitting considering I would love to start a few with her.
"Thank you."
She turns away from me and I'm wondering if she's shy or if there is some other reason she doesn't want to be around me. I wait to see what car she gets into so I can be in the same one. Until I find out for sure there’s a legitimate reason we shouldn't be together I'm going to be stuck to her.
We crawl in the car with Jag and Charlie in it. But just before we leave one of the other girls that I don't know very well comes up and demands to switch places with Milly. I refrain from telling the girl to get bent. I have a small hero complex or something because I find it hard to stand aside when someone else is being stepped on. Sweet little Milly gets out and I feel the instant Rumer starts to move. Both of us pop out of the car that Jag was already out of.
It would be funny that we got in one side and hopped out the other in less than five minutes if not for the absolute twat that is sitting in the seat that should have rightfully been Milly's.
"Let's go Milly, we don't want to keep Jag waiting." Rumer takes the poor girl by the arm and pulls her towards Jag's jeep. Turns out he didn't want to sit still either. "Hopefully we can get the fuck out of here before she can think of another way to ruin anyone else's day with that voice of hers."
I fall even harder for Rumer. Not only is she incredibly hot, but she just showed me how big her heart is by not only standing up for the girl by going with her but also making her laugh so there is a sense of comfort about leaving. It works too. Milly starts giggling and the two of them make it to the car before me and Jag get there.
All during the ride up, I keep trying to entice Rumer to talk about herself and she keeps volleying them back to Milly who looks about as uncomfortable as a person can be. I think the whole interest thing goes both ways and Milly is just as into Jag as he clearly seems to be into her. Now, how the hell do I get my girl to be the same.
As soon as the jeep pulls to a stop both Milly and Rumer are out of the damned thing. Me and Jag give each other a look that says we are going to be helping one another out a lot this weekend. Short of trapping the two of them in the boathouse out here, I have no problem helping a brother out.
Andy Ayers is helping Charlie unload but waits for him to move on before going over the litany of attributes the women have here. The thing he mainly focuses on are the tits and ass. I'm fine letting him go on about all the hot, young ass here until he gets to my redhead.
Before he can start talking about anything on my girl I put a halt to it, "Watch it, Andy!" I will shoot him. I have no problem with a little friendly fire.
Andy is one more thick son of a bitch though and I'm not talking about his waistline. He moves from my lady to Jag's but Jag doesn't hold back. He has Andy pushed up against the car with his arm across the stupid mother fucker's throat. I look back towards the house where the ladies are out on the porch watching the scuffle between Jag and Andy.
If Jag needs an alibi, I will be more than happy to be his if he wants to take Andy out. I'm going to make sure to keep an eye on the horny bastard to make sure he doesn't do anything with either of our women. Jag must see the look on my face because he comes over and slaps me on the back a few minutes later and tells me to come with him.
"I just found out our girls are rooming together. Let's go." We go to a room with double beds in it side by side. We pick out which bed is right for us and then start unpacking. Both of us are used to long days and late nights so neither of us is very sleepy.
My mind keeps drifting back to my sexy redhead. How am I going to break down the walls she's put around her? Is she going to give me a chance or am I going to have to resort to drastic measures to have her? Would I be alright not being the hero? Is a little kidnapping really so bad?
Both of us hear the scream when it rips through the house. Hell, we haven't even really gotten comfortable in the room so to speak. We grab our guns and make our way out of the room in standard formation. Everyone in the house heard it must have heard it because the hallway is full of people standing around in their nightclothes. My eyes track to a certain redhead wrapped in an over-sized jersey.
I'm instantly jealous. The shirt she has on might not be as sexy as some of the other women's but for me, it is hot as hell. The damn thing hangs off one of her shoulders exposing way too much creamy skin for my liking and that jersey looks like it might belong to a man. The very idea has me frothing at the mouth. Is there someone else and that's why she’s not interested in my attention? Would that stop me if there was?
"Mark," Charlie's voice pulls me away from my dark thoughts, "Stay with the women. Me and Jag are checking out the room and outside." I give him a nod and move closer to Rumer.
It doesn't take long before they come back. "I don't like it. We couldn't find anything but I think for the night we should all have someone with a gun stay in the room with us."
"I volunteer to go with Rumer." The words are out of my mouth before Charlie can finish the sentence.
"And I'll take Milly."
"What?!" Both girls say it at once and have matching shocked expressions on their faces.
"We bet you will, Rookie." One of the guys starts heckling but I don't give a fuck. Let them all know that she belongs to me. Everyone will by the end of the weekend anyway. Because somehow, someway, I will have my little rabbit. One way or another.