Fast forward a few days, and I’d signed on the dotted line and handed in my resignation.I was expecting the transition to have some bumps, especially after ruffling Cole’s feathers that day—too bad, I was the one with the badge.On a positive note, I’d already built relationships with the rest of the team, including Liam and Ryder, while searching for Chen.
Heck, Marshal and Trina had even invited me to their wedding, which is how I’ve come face to face with Caylee once more.
She hasn’t responded to my comment about how incredible she looks, but Cole is glaring at me.
He’ll get over it.
Alpha guys let things go and carry on.If I don’t touch his sister, things should be fine.We have to work together after all.
But...as I study the familiar curve of her hips, the way her tongue sweeps over her lips and howreluctantlythe spark of desire glistens in her eyes, I know I won’t be promising shit.
I still want her.
Badly.
Caylee Zimbardo.I should have connected the dots when I met him.The surname isn’t that common, and I can see a strong family resemblance.
I wonder what she’s shared with him and how close they are.
Caylee and I didn’t date for long.I recall her mentioning that her brother was an Army Ranger, but to be honest, we didn’t do a lot of talking.
We weren’t serious—I’m not serious with anyone.
Forreasons.
That doesn’t mean I didn’t like her a lot.Boy, I did.But she kicked me out, told me it was over, and I knew there’d be no getting back in her bed.
Not without explanation.
One I can’t give her.
I’ve never stopped thinking about this beautiful woman over the past three or four months since I last saw her.Now that she's standing in front of me, I can’t let this opportunity go.
I wait for her response, but it doesn’t come.Instead, Caylee shoots her brother with an annoyed look, glares at me, then walks away.
Cole groans, and my feet start walking of their own accord as I follow her to the bar.
Was that her plan, or am I just arrogant?
I step right up behind her, feeling the heat of her body and itching to touch her.
Caylee turns, wrapping her arms around her middle defensively.I know I have about thirty seconds before this chance is gone.
“Will you let me explain?”
I can’t, but it’s the words she wants to hear.
Her answer is clear; no.
Well, that’s too bad.I didn’t become a US Marshal by taking no for an answer.
