Page 57 of Stilettos and Outlaws
“What! That could be months, years,” I protested.
“It’s called incentive.”
Julie ran a hand across Lucas’s chest. “You’re so big and muscly.”
“Knock it off, runt.”
Dad seized her hand and pulled her away from Lucas. “That goes for you too.”
“What? I don’t want to have sex with him,” Julie protested.
I made a kissy face at Lucas.
He gave me the one-fingered salute.
“Superheroes don’t use crude hand gestures,” Grandpa scolded.
Dad added, “Sergeant Bergman wants you to call him about your shift tomorrow.”
“Okay.” I exchanged a worried glance with Julie. Was he putting us on the dreaded dead animal pickup?
Chapter Thirteen
Julie snatched a set of keys off the pegboard and tossed me a radio. “Traffic duty, ugh.”
“It’s better than dead animal pickup.” I slid my Glock into its holster.
Sergeant Bergman stepped out of his office. “Keep complaining and you will be doing both.”
“Yes, sir.” Julie saluted him sharply.
I stared at her in horrified disbelief. What in the hell was wrong with her? “We love traffic duty, sir.” I elbowed Julie in the stomach.
“That’s right, sir. We love traffic duty.”
The sarge stared at Julie for a long moment. “Git, before I change my mind.”
“Yes, sir.” I grabbed the keys to my assigned vehicle off the pegboard and dragged Julie behind me. Once we were in the parking lot, I demanded, “What crawled up your butt and died.”
“Lucas kissed me.”
My jaw dropped. “He did?”
“Yes.”
“Did you kick his ass?”
“No,” Julie sniffed. “I liked it. A lot.”
I threw up my hands. “Then what’s the problem?”
“He doesn’t like me.”
Frank hurried up to us. “I left my lunch at home.”
I dug a ten-dollar bill out of my pocket and handed it to him. “Go away.”
“Okay.” He took one look at Julie’s face and asked, “Anything I can do to help?”
