Father & Son: Book two of the Jensen Family Series by Michelle Day Page A

on a whim. Upon trying it on however, he had discovered that it
was far too big for him but as it had been the last one in the shop, changing
it wasn’t an option. He had cajoled his grandmother into altering it, a job she
did with aplomb. The shirt now looked as though it had been made specifically
for him. It moulded to his body, hugging his form, accentuating his muscled
chest and clinging to his back. He had been touched up so many times while
wearing this shirt that he had lost count.
    “I guess you intend getting laid tonight
then?” Matt asked.
    Paul nodded “Several times.” He confirmed.
    “Paul!” Monica gasped, slapping her hands
over her ears, “A mother does not want to hear such things.” She admonished.
    “Sorry Mum.” He laughed before bending to
kiss her cheek.
    “Honestly, you boys and your hormones!”
    Both boys smiled at their mother as they
retreated from the kitchen.
    “Hey Paul, do you know how to make a
hormone?” Matt asked.
    “Yeah, don’t pay her.” Paul quipped.
    “That’s good. I like it.” Matt laughed.
    Monica, shaking her head at her son’s,
returned to cleaning up the kitchen before settling down for a night of her favourite
soap operas.
     

Chapter Five
     
    Thanks to the argument, they arrived at
the club later than they usually would. The place was packed to the rafters but
still, on seeing the doorman, they were let in and after shirking their
jackets, they headed into the main part of the club where they stood, surveying
their territory.
    Paul lent close to his brother “You get
the drinks. I just need to use the phone.”
    Matt nodded and headed to the bar, easing
his way between two big breasted beauties and turning on his best “Hi, how are
ya?” grin as Paul continued past him, waving briefly at Jez, the club’s manager
before  disappearing into the relative quiet of the rear hallway that led to
the toilets and had several payphones attached to the wall.
    Paul made a habit of not bringing his
phone with him when he came here just in case Carmen called, as even out in the
stark hallway, the music from the club was audible and would lead to questions
he simply didn’t want to answer.
    When he’d seen how packed the club was and
realised he could be in for a very fruitful night, he knew he’d have to call
Phil, his foreman as he had absolutely no intention of working tomorrow and
wanted to pass the responsibility of the following days work over to the older
man.
    Leaning back against the wall as he talked
to Phil, he observed several lovely girls and likely candidates for his
attention come and go from the ladies room. As he replaced the receiver and
pushed off from the wall, one beauty who he hadn’t noticed walked towards him.
Concentrating on something in her handbag, she almost walked into him and only
stopped when his hands wrapped around her biceps, preventing the collision.
    “Oh, sorry.” She gasped as she looked up
“Paul Jensen!” she exclaimed “Aren’t you a little young to be in this
particular club?”
    Paul smiled on recognising the face
looking up at him “WPC Holland, long time, no see. This is a pleasant
surprise.”
    “Answer my question.”
    “Am I too young to be here? Probably, but
dressed as you are and may I just say, you do look almost edible, I’m guessing
that you are off duty and therefore unable to do a damn thing about it.”
    “You cheeky little shit.” She said but she
couldn’t help smiling at his blatant disregard for the law.
    “Cheeky I may be but there isn’t one thing
about me that’s little.” He answered. Still having hold of her arms, he turned
her quickly and held her against the wall “Want to find out for yourself?”
    “I’m a police officer.” She stammered at
his forthright manner.
    “An off duty one.” He pointed out.
    “I am also not a cradle snatcher, now let
me go before I pull some official police moves and have you flat on your back
in the blink of an eye.”
    Instead of letting