“Tennison.” My name snaps out from behind me.
I spin back to find the actual captain of 53 at the top of the steps.
“Yes sir?” I put the tin on the table and walk to where he stands at the top of the stairs.
“I need a moment, in my office.”
“Oh, sure.”
With a glance behind me at my crew who stand, suddenly sobered, I follow the captain down the stairs to his office. He holds the door for me and closes it before rounding his desk and gesturing for me to take a seat. I wring my hands in my lap, and he leans forward, clasping his together.
“How are you traveling after the last shift block?”
The meth lab fire.
Fuck.
The entire damn house would have heard me drop my bundle.
Did someone see Miles holding me through it all?
“I’m fine, sir.”
It’s not a complete lie. I’m not going to say I’ve moved on, but it doesn’t affect me like it did right after the event.
“It was a confronting scene you walked into, and if you need further support around that, we have access to a department psychologist.” He leans back. “With your history, I wanted to make sure it’s not going to interfere with your mental capabilities.”
I knew this was coming.
The depth of the shit I’ve landed myself in is unknown. God, please tell me nobody saw Miles and me.
“I appreciate the concern, sir. But I’m working through it well enough.”
“Not the first time, I suppose. Davey has agreed to see the psych, if you want to do a group session. Just know the offer always stands. At any time, even if it’s years down the line, this resource is here for you to utilize.”
I swallow, my thickened throat making it slow and difficult.
“If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather leave my past where it belongs—behind me,” I manage to say.
He gives me the sympathetic smile people do when they feel bad for someone and nods his head. “Dismissed.”
“Sir.”
I stand and walk from the room, closing the door behind me.
Davey is seeing the psych.
I make a mental note to check in with him. Or is that supposed to stay confidential?
Guessing not if he told me, but still. I’ll see if he’s okay, regardless.
I take the stairs two at a time, and when I pass my quarters en route to Davey’s a hand shoots out of my door, pulling me inside.
The door clicks shut before large warm hands swallow my face and Miles crowds me against the hard surface. I pull his face down and dust my lips over his. The temptation to devour him right here in the tiny station quarters is almost too much.
But he breaks the kiss, thumbing my jaw as his gaze searches my face. “You okay?”
“Yeah, he just wanted to see if I was coping after last shift, is all.”
