Declan chuckled and shook his head. “Poor girl.”
“It’s irrational. I know,” she said.
He pulled her in his arms, and he sniffed her hair.
“I’ll try to forget about him. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to go all caveman on you.”
One hand went to the nape and goosebumps traveled her skin.
She rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes.
“It’s okay. It’s all a bit new.”
His other hand trailed down to her butt, and he squeezed.
“I can’t wait to tell everyone you’re mine.”
“Hello…. caveman much?”
After calling in with dispatch, Declan closed his door and walked up to Caitlin, who’d already exited the patrol car.
“Let’s do this,” she said.
They walked up to the second apartment building in a row of three. Their shift would end in half an hour and Dec couldn’t wait to go home and shower. It’s been a long day. A day where one call after the next came in.
Normally he’d liked the fast pace of his job. But he glanced over his shoulder to Cait, from the peaks of hair sticking out of her bun, to the bags under her eyes.
It seemed like his seven-year-older partner had enough of walking the beat. She’d been up for a promotion this year. But unfortunately, after killing Kayla’s stalker, Cait hadn’t been the same and someone else at the precinct earned her spot as a detective.
“I can’t believe I promised my mother I would come over tonight.” Cait said.
“Yeah, Bree told me about tonight.”
Cait held her step and said, “Oh? You’re talking to my sister again?”
At least that put a smile on her face. He nodded and said, “You’ll have to ask your sister about that. Not my place to tell.”
She rubbed her chin.
“Hmm. Okay. I’ll do that.”
Declan walked into the apartment building, close after a man that had used his key to open the central door.
“Can you point me the direction to the stairwell?”
The man narrowed his eyes at the two police officers walking into his building without first ringing the bell. He had no time to discuss ringing the bell first. They needed to check out the scene.
“Thank you.” He took off into the direction the man pointed at.
They’d received a call about a commotion in the stairwell of this apartment building. The old woman that called it in said she heard strange noises coming from the stairs.
He opened the door to the stairwell and Cait followed him inside. They took several flights of stairs before he heard a man groaning. He held his hand on his hip where his gun rests.
“Aaaah,” a low male voice said.
Taking two steps at a time, he walked into a sight so absurd; he needed to bit his lip to hold his laughter.
“Ma’am. Can you please unleash this man?” Cait asked the woman dressed from top to bottom in neon fire red leather. The naked middle-aged man sitting on his knees held his lips against the woman’s pumps. He didn’t stir.