“So…how’s your sister?”
Taylor laughed, ignoring him as she took a left. Ever since he’d met her sister at a fundraiser for the Boys and Girls Club, he didn’t even try to hide his attraction.
“Well?” he prompted. “How’s your sister?”
“Engaged,” Taylor reminded.
“She can do better,” he muttered under his breath.
Taylor couldn’t agree more. Jeffrey Morgan, the Chicago Water Commissioner, wasn’t her favorite person. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but she felt uncomfortable whenever he was around. Something about him read dirt bag. However, since she had no proof of any wrongdoing, she never shared her feelings about her sister’s fiancé. Yet, it was obvious, especially when Victor was present that Jeffrey was a thirsty, overly-ambitious, kiss ass. Nicole would have to be Hellen Keller not to notice.
The more Taylor thought about Commander Evans’ interest in Nicole, the more she thought he’d make a far better match for her than Jeffrey. He was young, handsome, single, and successful. Well-liked by the powers that be, and he was still on his way up the ladder. Taylor could very well see him as superintendent in a few short years. Maybe she would invite him to more events where Nicole would be present.
“Up here on the right.” He pointed to a house with a squad car in front. “Go around to the alley. We’ll check out the back.”
Taylor nodded, reached for her shoulder strap, and spoke into the radio. “2600,” she announced.
“Go ahead, 2600,” the dispatcher responded.
“Who caught the burglar alarm on Wentworth?”
“2632 is responding.”
“10-4, Squad. Let ‘em know we’re coming up the rear.”
“10-4, 2600. 2632,” the dispatcher confirmed. “2632, did you copy? Take caution. 2600 in the rear of the property.”
“10-4. Copy, Squad.”
After a quick search of the property and a brief conversation with the owners of the house, Taylor and the commander were on their way.
“Commander?”
“Taylor, why don’t you call me Bob? We’ve been working together for a while now. Why so formal?”
Taylor laughed out loud, causing the commander to look at her like she was a crazy woman.
“What’s so funny?” he asked with a frown.
“Your name is Bob Evans!” Taylor blurted. “Every time I say it, I get hungry.”
“Haha, Officer. Commander Evans is just fine,” he dismissed with a pout.
After her short fit of laughter, she calmed and looked over at her commander. “No, but seriously,Bob.Do you have plans for Fridays? Victor and I are having a dinner party for a friend.”
“Whaaaat? Dinner with the governor? Ain’t I the lucky one?”
“Ummm, forget the governor. You, sir, will be enjoying the privilege of tasting my famous lasagna.”
“You still cook?” he asked curiously.
Taylor looked over at him to see if he was serious. It seemed as though he was.
“Yeah, I still cook. Why does that surprise you? I still work,” she pointed out.
“I guess,” he mumbled. “I don’t see why, though. You clearly don’t have to. Your husband is rich, and I’m sure you have cooks and maids.”
“Where we actually live, we haveonehousekeeper andonechef, but Victor and I do a lot of our own cooking and cleaning.”
