“Yes, ma’am,” I say, licking my lips for a taste of her slick.
“And for God’s sake, wash your face. Your beard isn’t a flavor saver,” she says, shooing me to the sink.
I can’t stop grinning as I wash my face, or when she hands me paper towels to dry it. Once she decides I’m clean enough, she kicks me out, locking the door behind me.
“What happened?” Isidro asks.
Turning, I see that he’s doctoring up the paint he’ll be using on the window shutters.
“We’re slowly coming to an understanding,” I explain.
Standing up, he walks over and breathes me in before groaning.
“Is that code for hate oral?” he asks. “Lucky fucker.”
I watch him closely to make sure he’s not jealous, but he kisses me hard, plunging his tongue into my mouth to suck and find any leftover slick.
“Are we good?” I ask, chuckling.
“Always,” Izzy says, going back to doctoring paint. He’s still moving slower, but he doesn’t appear upset. “Now, go to work, Harlan.”
“Do you have an extra hair tie by chance?” I ask, realizing my hair tie is probably somewhere on Silva’s floor.
“Yeah,” he says absently, pulling it off his wrist to hand to me.
“Thanks,” I say, dropping a kiss on his forehead as I walk by.
Pulling my hair up into a bun, I go in search of Kyren. I need someone to collude with. It’s the only way Izzy is going to get his heat.
Chapter Seventeen
One week later
Syrus
Things have been really busy the last week, so much so that I haven’t seen much of Silva. Between community events and running around for calls made to the station, it’s been pretty hectic.
There have been a lot of sports activities happening for kids as well as adults, and those always need coverage to make sure things don’t get too crazy. Something about sports and testosterone, or even parents watching events, make people go insane. The high school football team tends to play the local towns, though many of their games are away games. As long as the roads are clear, they’ll happen.
I’ve been talking a big game to Silva and Isidro’s pack about the weather, but as long as we don’t get snowed in, our winter is usually fine. Even when we are, grocery stores have enough food, and everyone helps each other out in clearing roads if the plows can’t get to them.
I’ve also been putting out multiple reminders on the community boards that people prepare by having enough wood for their fireplaces, as sometimes the heater simply isn’t enough.
In addition to the usual activities at Widows Peak, there was also a Halloween parade that I worked with a few other officers, and everyone dressed up for it. This happened the Thursday before Halloween, and it’s hard to believe that the days have passed so quickly.
It’s officially Halloween today, and I can see snowflakes beginning to fall. Trick or treaters are going to need to bundle up tonight, and Club 21 will be slammed.
The snow is easing us in, and I for one, am grateful for it. As long as kids get to dress up and have their fun, I’m good.
All of this activity is the hustle and bustle of this town that I love, but it’s kept me from seeing the progress on Silva’s house, or really spending much time at all with her. I’m hoping to see it before the sun goes down as I drive up to see her before she goes to work.
Being this busy, also means I haven’t seen her much outside of following her home. I hate how insane our schedules are, but soon it’ll start to settle as the snow falls. There will be less pick up games unless people are really gung ho about it, outside of the beer hockey games on the rink. The indoor or outdoor location also depends on the damn weather, as does so many other things in the winter.
Grumbling goodnaturedly under my breath, I park outside of Silva’s house. Getting out, I stop to look at it, having to admit how good it looks. The trim is a gorgeous lavender, and it really brings out its charm. The guys came through for her, but I don’t know if that’s really changed how she feels about them.
My only concern is for Silva. It’s true that I’m intrigued by Isidro, Harlan, and Kyren, but not enough to start anythingwithout her. Unless she’s willing to give them the time of day, I won’t either.
They have to show Silva that they can be people she can trust.
