Curiosity drove me out the back door for a better look. Hot, muggy air slapped me in the face. I was about to close the door when I noticed a woman dragging a large black trash bag to the side of the house. She was wearing short shorts that showed off amazing legs and an ass that...was far too familiar.
I’d enjoyed watching it the night before.
Chief Parker Olsen.
Damn, when did that happen?
I was pretty aware of my neighbors, but we had been working our asses off for the last few months. Which was why my fridge only had leftover pizza, milk, and twelve pack of Heineken in it.
She stood in the middle of the yard, then bent at the waist and hugged her knees and nearly brought me to mine. My God, it should be illegal to have legs that long.
She straightened and suddenly turned around.
I stepped back. I hadn’t turned on any lights, but she might notice the open door and I didn’t want her to think I was perving on her. It didn’t help that I hadn’t bothered with clothes after my shower.
I didn’t need another arrest.
I slipped back inside and went back to the kitchen window. She’d disappeared and the bright light went out. A minute later, one came on in the upstairs just before the curtains were pulled.
I guess I didn’t have to wait to see my favorite cop after all.
I snagged a bottle of beer and another slice of pizza on my way back to my bedroom. I needed to get some more sleep since it was my week to work a Saturday shift. We all got Sundays off for a day of recuperating. My parents were taking full advantage of all of us being home to reinstate Sunday dinners.
I was tempted to flick on the television, but knew I’d stay up. Instead, I stared at the overhead fan turning lazily.
How the hell was I supposed to relax knowing Parker was right across the street?
And why the hell did I have to get wound up about her?
But the summer just got a lot more interesting.
Chapter 6
Parker
There was honestlyno justice in this world.
I was back on duty Monday. Another night shift because I was a glutton for punishment, evidently.
However, what I didn’t need was Cash Murdock standing on a stepladder in the middle of the bullpen. The only other person on duty besides me and Leroy was the cleaning service.
Mondays were notoriously boring. Everyone was too busy recovering from the weekend to make much trouble. I figured it would be an easy way to catch up on paperwork in between a few patrols.
And that man was happily chatting with Leroy, his rich laughter filling the space.
I was about to back out of the room when Cash zeroed in on me. “Well, if it isn’t my favorite Chief of Police.”
“I’m the only Chief.”
“And yet, still my favorite.” He grinned and used some sort of tool to strip a wire.
“What are you doing here?”
“Didn’t you hear? I’m fortifying your electrical system as part of my community service.”
I folded my arms over my vest. “No. I was not informed,” I said tightly and stared at Leroy.
He cleared his throat. “The mayor spoke with the judge after you left and decided Cash’s community service could be used to help out our tight budget.”
