I sigh. “Not at all.”
“If she’s guilty, would you try to cover it up?”
“Of course not, sir. That is the thing. I don’t believe that.” I say.
"Then, don't you want to be the one who proves that?"
“I do.” It sounds so simple when he puts it like that.
“Keep it in your pants until the investigation is over, for both your sakes. You’re the best I’ve got.”
“Thank you, sir.”
"Now get out of here. I'm busy." I stand and shut the door behind me, unable to suppress a smile.
* * *
I sitat the bar and wait for Willis. If there is one thing that annoys me about Michael Willis, it’s the fact that he is always late. I’m on my second beer when he strolls in. I wave him over, frowning as he approaches.
“You’re late.” I narrow my eyes at him.
“I thought you said seven?” he smirks.
“It’s eight, fucker.” I wave over the barman.
“A scotch.” Willis orders and takes a seat. “So, how’d it go with the cap?”
I turn toward him on my barstool. “Better than I expected. I’m still on the case.”
“That is the best news I’ve heard all day.” He grins. “I was not looking forward to being partnered with Murphy or Hernandez.” He slaps me on the back.
“That doesn’t change the fact that I’m crossing the line with Sin, running with her, kissing her. What the hell has gotten into me?”
"You're a man, and that right there is a siren." He whistles, and I punch him on the shoulder. "Heck, if you didn't, I probably would have."
I shake my head. “I just never expected to feel this way, not after -”
"Creed. Yeah, I get that this situation with Sinclair is complicated, but she is nothing like Lauren. Lauren was a piece of shit, and she never deserved you."
I know he's right, but I cannot help but feel like I'm getting myself into the same situation. Letting myself fall for the unattainable. I never knew she was using me, lying to me, cheating on her husband, with me. I was just a distraction until she realized what was important to her. I never stood a chance, but I gave her my heart anyway.
“I can’t help but see a pattern.” I drink the rest of my beer and ask the bartender for another one. “I want the girl; she belongs to someone else.”
“It’s that whole hot cop thing you’ve got going on. Housewives love that shit. You’re like their every wet dream.”
“That is fucked up and doesn’t make me feel any better. It’s like why can’t I get a chick who is single?”
“It’s cos you like the danger. What you can’t have is always the sweetest.”
“Yeah, and how would you know? You’ve been married to Ally for twenty years. You two are absolutely perfect together.”
“We weren’t always that way. There were so many bumps in the road initially, I couldn’t see a meter in front of me.”
“So, what did you do? How’d you get to this point? The couple that is so sickeningly happy and in love.”
"We realized that perfection is an illusion. I'm not dumb. There are fuckers out there that are ten times as ripped as I am. Case in point." He waves a hand to me. "There are chicks with tighter tits and ass than Ally. But the point is that we don't want anyone other than each other. I'm not fantasizing about fucking every hot woman I meet; I’m fantasizing about Ally, every single day. It’s a choice. If you’re looking for something else, something is missing.”
“All that deep is hiding under there.” I chuckle.
