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CHLOE

Two days after Finn's release, I was back at the station pretending everything was normal.

"We've had a spike in motorcycle gang violence. I want to take these clowns out. They're bad for business and the city. The mayor is having a fit." Sheriff Malone was grumbling to Officer Peters, and I primed my ears for information as I sat typing at my keyboard.

"I know, and none of them will talk. His lawyer was right; we can't hold them for long. They won't snitch." I watched from the corner of my eye as Officer Peters stuffed a burrito in his mouth. He was such a slob. Beans and rice slipped out as he pinched it together in his hands and ate it. I kept on typing. Officer Malone looked over my way with an annoyed face.

"Chloe, have you finished that report yet on Finn?"

I looked up with a neutral face. "Not yet. Should be ready by lunchtime." I smiled as I scratched under my bun with a pencil. I needed to get outside; the muggy air inside was causing me to feel sluggish.

"I tell you what we can bank on is the Albuquerque Task Force coming in and shutting down their whole operation. Theyget here in five days, and we have to be on our game as a department. It will really put us on the map. Edgewood needs a win," Malone barked to Peters.

I saw Margaret's eyes light up at the news. She just followed instructions, never questioning anything, like how they were adding fake charges to Finn's record. I'd photocopied that record and stuffed it in my purse. I had his mobile number stored in my phone from the report.

My stomach was in knots at the fuckery of the situation. I had to warn him about the task force.

The urge to see him wouldn't leave my bones. I felt so attracted to him; even back in high school he'd been my crush. I wanted him bad. I kept looking at his mug shot, which I had a copy of in my desk. He exuded power, complications, passion, and raw sexual energy.

I wanted a taste of all that heat.

I practically leapt out of my chair at lunch, letting my fingers start walking over my phone. They walked right into Finn's inbox as I texted him.

I have to warn you about something. Wanna meet? Chloe.

Hey, hotstuff. Sure, time and place?

Shady Meadows Hotel. In 10 can you do it?

Yes. For you I can. See you soon. x

I felt the wetness seep through my lace panties as I thought about that hot hunk of a man taking me hard against the wall, slipping my panties to the side. Yesss. Just what a girl needed. I needed to relieve some stress from this godforsaken job. Staring at Officer Malone all day was enough to drive a woman insane. Shady Meadows, here I come.

As my hands gripped the steering wheel on the way over, I thought how much Finn had changed. Apart from the muscles, he pretty much still looked like the tortured soul I remembered from high school, sitting on the sidelines getting busted forsmoking weed and being expelled. He was the ultimate bad boy. I wiggled around in my car seat as I thought about those lips on me.

"Phew!" I said out loud. "Get it together, Chloe." That didn't stop the shit-eating grin I had on my face.

As I waited at the lights, I looked down at myself. I cleaned up all right. I was rocking an A-line dress today and I looked pretty damn good. Good enough for Finn to eat, hopefully.

As I pulled off the highway into the parking lot of the seedy hotel, I saw Finn leaning his hulkish figure against his bike. I swear I groaned out loud. He was head to toe in tattoos and pure brawn. I loved it.

He'd seen me pull in; I searched his face for signs of what was to come. He had a smile on his face, so that was a good start.

I parked the car. Flustered, I took a few deep breaths and spritzed myself. I swung my long legs out of my vehicle and came around to the front of the car.

His large, manly presence made its way to me. He wore that open V-neck shirt I liked and those cargo pants with tawny boots. "You called?" He smirked.

"Uh, yeah. I wanted to see you. I have to tell you about a few things going on at Edgewood." Wanting him to be clear what I wanted, I ran a finger over his outstretched hand as he placed it on the hood of my car.

"Something tells me you didn't only call me here to tell me about the cops." His velvety tone made me weak at the knees. Those piercing dark eyes could take my soul anytime. Droplets of rain started to hit my face.

"I mean… I don't know what you want to do, but…" I put my hands out to the rain, letting it drop into my palms.

"I wanna do the same thing you want to do. You look fucking hot in that dress. But you don't need it on, that's for sure." The richness of his tone was music to my ears. He pushed his handthrough his hair, tucking it behind his ear. "Let's get a room and we can finish this conversation inside. What do you say? I don't want you getting wet—at least not from the weather." He winked before turning to head to the hotel.

I tilted my head to him with a giggle. "I would say yes. I'm game if you are." Every square inch of my body ached with anticipation of this man's imprint. I wanted to be a tattoo on his body.