Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
“What is wrong with me?”
“You’re hungry?” I snap my head up at Candy’s question.
“What?”
“You asked what was wrong with you.”
“Oh.” Didn’t realize I said it out loud. At least she’s not rambling off a giant list of things.
“But you muttered something about a hook too. Is a hook a wedding term for something?” I really need to get the habit of talking to myself under control or at least keep it in my head.
“Thinking about pirates.”
“Pirates?” Her nose scrunches. “Like from Peter Pan?”
“You know, some believe that Peter Pan was the villain and Captain Hook the hero.” Candy tilts her head, thinking this over.
“People never wanted to grow up, and I suppose he forced that upon others.”
“And maybe Hook was merely responding to Peter’s actions.” Oh shit. Why does that hit a little close to home? Am I Peter and Hudson Hook? “I never cut off anyone's hand.”
“I didn’t say you did.” Candy giggles, but her expression lets me know she thinks I’m losing my mind. I might be. I can circle all things back to Hudson. He’s the one that has me all out of sorts and acting out of character.
“So you’re good with the flowers?”
“If I am, will you tell me why you’re talking about chopping off hands?" Candy glances around. My desk is out in the front, but I am alone for the most part when I'm here. A few people come and go every now and then. Candy drops her voice. "Are we going to catch a felony soon?”
“The day is young.” I wink at her, making her eyes widen a fraction. My phone dings with an alert. “The hell?” I stare at the picture of a girl in a police uniform walking into the police station.
I’m on my feet before I can think better of it. “What’s happening?” Candy hops to her feet too.
“Candy.” Hollis steps out of his office. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“She’s fine.” We both speak at the same time. In our defense, he asks that a lot.
“What’s going on in this town?” I ask Hollis my own question.
“Normally that’s what I ask you.”
“Is there anything I need to know? Everything with that psycho Maxwell is handled?” Hollis's expression turns dark at the mention of Maxwell. It’s not normal for other cops to be here.
“He’s in a prison, where he’ll be staying.”
“Then why is there a cop here?”
“Hudson?”
“Oh my God, never mind. I’ll find out for myself.”
That is, after all, why I'd gotten the picture. Ms. Judy was asking me what was going on over at the station. I go ahead and text her back, telling her it's nothing, just a cop from another county stopping in to say hi.
It's a lie. I have no clue, but I've learned it's better to ease the minds of people when it comes to some things. I need to dig around before I sound the alarms. We can't be abusing the phone tree, which I'm at the very top of. When we light that shit up, we need people at full attention, so I don't abuse the power, as much as I'd love to.
With great power comes great responsibility.
"What power?" Candy asks. Shit, I did it again. "We're totally catching a felony," she mutters when I don't respond. I grab my coat, slipping it on. The station isn’t far. I’ll just take a quick walk over there and take a peek.
I should probably put some sensible shoes on, but this trip calls for heels. There’s a new female in town, and based on the picture, she’s a damn stunner. The uniform did nothing to hide how gorgeous she is. I’ll be keeping my heels on for this visit down to the station.
Then again, what if it’s all the frills and extra I put into getting dressed every day that turn Hudson off? He’s all rugged and probably wants a girl who can hike a mountain or go camping. I might be a small-town girl, but I’m not a country girl.
I’m being petty and getting ahead of myself. She might be a total sweetheart that’s married or a lesbian. I hate how much this man gets me worked up over these things, but I know it’s not his doing. I’m doing it to myself. Hudson is merely existing.
I’ll take a walk past the station. I might get a peek inside. I don’t have a full game plan, but I don’t always need one.
“Why are you walking so fast?” Candy asks as she follows me out the door.
“There’s been a new development.” I stop when we are far enough away from Hollis and show her the picture that Judy sent me.
“Who is that? She’s too gorgeous to be wearing that ugly uniform.” I shoot Candy a glare. It may be true, but it’s not what I want to hear at the moment. “I mean, I guess she’s okay if you’re into people that look like her.”