What had he said last night? That it would be a fight to get inside of me. My stomach clenches. Damn, only thinking back to it has me turned on. I press my thighs together.
"You're blushing about something." Mary raises one of her eyebrows in question.
“Pretty sure it’s time for our fittings,” I remind them. “I have it all set up in the conference room.” I have turned Town Hall into a makeshift bridal shop. Mary doesn’t move, simply waitingfor me to acknowledge that I was blushing. “Got cake to test too over there.”
“Oh, cake!” That has Candy on her feet.
“We have to feed the pregnant girl, Mary. She’s carrying twins.” I motion toward Candy's stomach as if Mary forgot. She hasn’t. That woman doesn’t forget shit.
“Yeah.” Candy rubs her stomach. “And we can still grill her in the conference room.”
These brats.
The phone on my desk starts to ring. “Let’s go.” I’ll let it go to voicemail. I need some cake too.
Chapter Fifteen
CASH
I’m pissed, and I can’t fucking shake it. I sent Beckett home for the day. She wasn’t a recruit or part of my squad. I couldn't treat her accordingly. The best thing I could do was get her out of my sight until I cooled down. She wasn’t happy about it either. If she were smart, she would have tucked tail.
She’s on a supervision period. I need to call Roger from the next town over and see what he thinks. He’s been doing this shit a lot longer than I have. I want to send her back and be done with it, but that’s not how you learn. Still, she’s been a beat cop before. If anything, she should be better than I am at dealing with randoms on the street.
There is only one way to temper my anger, and I’m headed her way. I have access to the cameras in Town Hall, but she’s moved out of her front office and down to one of the conference rooms with Candy and Mary. Wedding people have been coming and going from there all day.
I park out front and head inside. I can hear their laughter spilling out of the room and down the hallway. Kindred's laugh is higher pitched. She laughs with every part of her, not trying to hold it back or be shy about it. It's loud, and you always hear itover everyone else's, or maybe I'm good at hearing only her and pushing out all the rest.
The door is open, and it appears the vendors are gone, but there is still shit everywhere. Kindred could plan this wedding, run this town, and still be able to do a handful of other shit without missing a beat. I have no doubt if she lived in the city and worked in the corporate world, she'd be the CEO of a massive company. Women are ten times better at multitasking.
I lean up against the doorframe and watch them. Kindred is licking icing off her finger. She catches sight of me, her eyes partly widening before her cheeks start to flush, letting me know I'm affecting her.
"Look who it is," Mary says with a cheeky smile. "Sheriff Hudson, in the conference room with the candy cane?" The last part comes out sounding more like a question. Candy giggles.
"Good to see you, Mary." I give her a nod. "Even better to see you." I go back to focusing on Kindred. Those cheeks of hers start to flush more, taking me straight back to last night.
“Hey,” she says casually before turning her attention back to the tablet in her hand. Not sure what to make of that. Where is the smart-mouth comment she always has ready for me?
Both Mary and Candy glance between the two of us. “I’m here to take you home whenever you’re ready,” I tell her, making her lift her eyes back to me.
“That’s okay?—”
“I’m driving you,” I cut her off.
“You can’t just?—”
“I can, and I did.” I shut it down again.
“We should be going,” Mary says. “Candy and I have dinner plans.”
“We do?” Mary is ushering Candy along. “Yeah, totally dinner. Have it every night.” I step out of the way so they both can pass through the doorway.
“Night, ladies,” I tell them with a nod and step back into the room. "You hungry?"
"I tend to have dinner every night too." I use the heel of my boot to push the conference room door shut before I make my way over to Kindred. Her eyes widen, and she takes a step back but quickly tries to mask her reaction. "What?" she asks when I'm almost to her. I take the tablet out of her hand, dropping it down onto the table. “What do you—” I cut her off again, my hand cupping the back of her neck, and I pull her into me, claiming her mouth in a kiss.
I couldn’t wait another damn second to have my mouth on her again. A small gasp leaves her as her hands go to my chest. She doesn’t push me away; instead, her fingers grip the front of my shirt as I devour her mouth.
“Kiss me back,” I order her, only breaking the kiss long enough to issue it.
