Fuck.The shirtless man in the park was definitely not him.
“Careful with that hip of yours,” Nate says, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Don’t worry, I called your guy,” the old man chuckles. “I have my first appointment in two days.”
Nate nods, a small smile lifting the corners of his mouth.
“I’ll send your file.”
“I’ll send you pictures!” The man says, as the car starts driving.
“Please, don’t.”
I can hear him laugh even after the car takes the turn to exit our little street. When I look back towards Nate, his gaze is already focused on me.
He snatches his phone out of my hand and says, “Alright, let’s get going.”
The door closes and he locks it before heading towards his car. I followhim, a confused frown pulling down my brows.
“Wait, there’s still time before I have to leave, you don’t—”
“I have back to back consultations at the precinct today, so I’m heading early to prep my room.”
Back to back consult— “Wait, you’re going to be at the precinct all day?”
I climb on the passenger seat and close my door right as he starts the car. He lifts a brow in my direction.
“Indeed, will that be a problem for you?”
My face flushes, and I busy myself with the seatbelt, taking a dramatic amount of time attaching it. Will it? Be a problem? I guess if he’s busy treating agents and I’m sitting at my little desk doing my paperwork while waiting for someone to need a sketch, I won’t be seeing him much.
Probably won’t stop me fromthinkingabout him, though. Which, let’s not fool ourselves, I would have done anyway.
“No, no. No problem at all.”
He leaves his parking spot and starts driving. I feel his eyes on me and meet his gaze.
“Good. Because since you confirmed with the detectives that you and I are actually dating, it would be weird if you had.”
I’ve actually been busy enough not to think too much about Nate. Or Friday night’s incident. The moment we stepped into the open space, Nate was pulled away by the Chief who had some form for him to sign and then was pushed right into his makeshift room.
I, on the other hand, was called for a sketch barely five minutes after I sat on my chair. I then rewarded myself with a large piece of pepperoni pizza and went to tackle my paperwork.
Which I finished about ten minutes before Jane came to sit at my desk.
“Prudence! How are you? I feel like we barely had the time to chat since you started.”
“I’m fine,” I smile, closing my little folder.
“How is the team treating you?”
I cringe internally.
“Good, thank you.”If you forget about Ortega asking me to get a transfer.
“I’ve noticed that you have done a lot of overtime in just over a month,” she says with a sigh, readjusting her thick reading glasses to look over a sheet of paper. “We have a strict policy about our freelancers overtime, and I’m going to have to ask you to slow down a little.”
“Oh? I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was—”
