I pushed him harder against the truck.
“You good, boss?”
“I’m fine. Bringing in a male in his late thirties.”
“Hey.” His tawny eyebrows furrowed. “Thirty-two, thanks.”
I knew how old he was, but couldn’t help needling him a little.
“Not sure of the code violation off the top of my head but theft of property in the park.”
There was a pause, then Leroy’s crackly voice. “Aww, not Daisy again.”
Cash grinned.
I gave him a flat stare, but he just kept smiling. The crinkles at the corner of his eyes made something stir in my belly.
Absolutely not.
Not a Murdock and especially notthisMurdock brother. Hell no.
Suddenly his demeanor slid away from defiant charm to pleasure. “Parker Olsen. Skinny Parker. Damn, girl. You have grown up.”
I pulled him away from the truck and pointed him toward my cruiser. I hadn’t been that gangly Parker in a long time. I’d left for college and learned about strength training and had worked my ass off to fill out and had been rewarded with some curves when I turned twenty.
“You were in school with Gus, weren’t you?”
I didn’t answer. I’d graduated with Gus. He’d been on the track team with me and his brothers came to our meets sometimes. Usually Cash, with a new girl wrapped around him all the time.
I hated that I secretly wanted to be one of them for a time.
I opened the back door, cupping his head so he wouldn’t slam it into the roof of the car with his size. Being that close to him the warm scent wrapped around me and I was very glad my vest was bulky and hid the state of my nipples.
I slammed the door and clicked the mic on my shoulder again. “I’m going to put a boot on the suspect’s truck and I’ll be in.”
“Got it, boss.”
I locked the cruiser, grabbed what I needed from my trunk. The smirk slid off Cash’s face when I waggled the boot on my way by. Finally, he didn’t have a smartass remark.
I put up some cones and locked up his tire so no one could drive off with the damn duck.
“Sorry, Daisy.” I patted the statue then went back to my car.
“The boot was rude,” he said from the back.
“So one of your brothers could come back and finish off the prank? I wasn’t born yesterday, Cash.”
The ride to the station was quiet. The smile was long gone and I was pretty sure Cash’s buzz went with it. Being two hundred pounds of male meant he didn’t hold onto the buzz unless he was sloppy drunk, which I didn’t think he was.
Far too drunk to drive though.
I couldn’t get him on that since he was out of his vehicle, but you could be sure he’d be adding this little adventure to his record.
I got him booked and was dumbfounded to find another four men added to the now crowded cells in the back.
Leroy was doing intake and had a stack of fingerprint cards at his computer. “I got him, Chief.”
“Thanks.Send Micah and Sam to the fountain on their morning shift. We have to figure out some way to get Daisy back into the fountain.” I glanced at Cash. “Might you have a clue?”
