I couldn’t help but to laugh, “Oh my God, do you ever think of anything else?” I really shouldn’t have laughed because it would only encourage him to keep it up, but I couldn’t help it. He was about seven years younger than me, and he could drive a nun to sin. I was no nun, and I tended to like guys a bit younger than me. I definitely had a type, and surprisingly Scorpio fell right in line with it, if only he wasn’t a murder suspect and part of the MC.
“I’m a guy, Beautiful. It’s what we do, and you should laugh more often.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “I'll get right on that as soon as you stop calling me Beautiful.”
“Damn, I guess we’re at an impasse then because I call things like I see them, and you Deputy Rooker are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
I clenched my teeth so hard to keep from smiling, and also to push down the flood of giddy emotion that his words made me feel. It wasn’t often that I felt pretty. I wore a uniform, and most men tended to steer clear of a female cop. Probably because they were intimidated by my job, or thought I played for the same team, or maybe they just didn’t want to date a woman that didn’t need their protection. Whatever the case may be, the last date I went on was over a year ago and it had been a disaster. Maybe my body responded to Duncan Buchanan as much as it did because I hadn’t had sex in forever. I needed to get this itch scratched before I did something stupid.
It was always crazy to me how you heard stories of prison guards falling for inmates. I never could understand how the hell these people fell for someone who was behind bars for breaking the law. It always boggled my mind how something like that could ever happen. I thought for sure those people were nuts, but the way I responded to Buchanan was like a slap in the face. I hated myself for the way my heart sped up and his eyes made me melt. When he called me beautiful, my chest squeezed with excitement that should not be there. How could I feel this way about someone so obviously wrong for me? He was a biker and I was a cop, the two shouldn’t mix.
“And you Duncan Buchanan are on my nerves.” I had to give him that parting shot before I stood up. I needed a break and to remove myself from the man that was quickly wiggling his way under my skin. All this sexual tension between us was starting to develop a seed of doubt inside me about his guilt. The evidence was still stacked up against him, but something inside me told me that this biker was more on the right side of the law than I expected.
Chapter Five
Scorpio
“Scorpio? Scorpio, goddamn it, are you even listening to me?” Fish snapped.
My eyes glazed back to life as I drifted my focus off Deputy Rooker and back on my two brothers who were sitting in front of me. Fish and Scales came down to speak to me about the club, keeping me updated on everything going on back home.
“Huh?”
Scales’ eyes followed my line of vision and he chuckled. “Seriously? The female cop?”
Scratching the back of my head, I laughed. “What can I say? I like my women, strong, beautiful, matured, and bossy.”
I caught her glancing my way for the briefest of seconds, enjoying how my questioning gaze made her cheeks tinge with embarrassment. Despite how vocal she was about hating me, she sure stared at me a lot. Not that I was complaining, I’d rather have her eyes on me and no one else.
“Anyway, since Brooklyn is gone, I’ve taken over running the lost and found,” Fish informed me. “You wouldn’t believe the shit I found in there. Dildos, butt plugs, even found a set of dentures.”
I paled. “Dentures?”
He laughed. “Yup, and would you believe that it was wrapped around a pink dildo like a vice? Even had the dents in it from where the teeth marks were.”
I shuddered, I didn’t want to imagine where or how those dentures ended up where they did.
“But besides those cool things, I found your lost key.”
“Lost key?” I glanced over at Fish, a bit confused. I hadn’t lost a key, so there was no reason there should be one in the lost and found. But I didn’t think I lost a gun either, and look where that got me. Behind bars, sitting here in handcuffs on visiting day.
Fish pulled out a yellow envelope and dropped the key on the top of the table. “See, it has your Scorpio keychain on it and everything.”
I picked up the key and examined it, never seeing it before in my life. “I’ve never seen this key before. I have no idea what it belongs to. It was tiny and had the number 1313 engraved on it.
“Are you sure it’s not yours?” Fish asked, his face scrunching up in protest.
“Yeah, Barracuda, I have no fucking idea where the key came from or what it belongs to. So don’t get your fins in a twist. Breathe… breathe out dem gills.”
He flipped me off and I couldn’t help it, I laughed. It was a long drawn out belly laugh too, one that immediately had Deputy Rooker’s attention. Her eyes met mine from across the room, and her heated gaze had my dick hardening in my pants. Damn, why did she have to be so goddamn beautiful and alluring to me?
“It looks like a storage locker key. They have some small ones over on Dorian, I think. Maybe I can head over there and see if it belongs to something there?” Scales offered.
“Worth a shot. Hey, how are things going?”
He frowned. “Not good. I’m spending more time at home than I would like to… Rosalie… well, it doesn’t matter. I married the bitch, I guess I need to stick it out.”
I wasn’t sure exactly what Scales’ full story was. There were only a few people in the club who did, and most of them were twice my age. Scales was a very private man, but he was also possessive, proud, and protective of his club. When Zodiac gave him the ultimatum between the club or his wife Rosalie, it gutted him. I could see the despair in his eyes. He was a man that didn’t like having to choose between his wife and the club that he loved. Though, I’m not sure he loves Rosalie. Maybe at one time he did, but I don’t see the same passion in his eyes when he looks at her, not like I did years ago.
