friend’s face momentarily. “Well shit. Theresa and I were hoping you might’ve found yourself a nice girl.”
Hailey a nice girl? He bit back a bark of laughter.
“She used to be a friend of my sister’s.” He would leave off all the sordid details. “Nothing romantic there in the least.”
Wanting to shag her until the disdain in her eyes was replaced by desire wasn’t romantic, it was just simple lust.
“Too bad. It’s not that we don’t like you coming over to the house for dinner alone; we just want you to be happy. You know, find someone.” Jack glanced back at his computer and typed a few keystrokes. “You deserve someone great after the bitch .”
The bitch. Funny how the woman who’d been his well-liked fiancée was so fondly hated now. But then, leaving a guy at the altar did tend to earn you a negative label.
With the memory of Brenda fresh in his head, he waited for the familiar stab of sadness. Humiliation. It might be there, but it had grown fainter over the past year. Even last month, really.
Letting the subject of Brenda die quick and hard, Colin stood and adjusted his holster.
“I’ll just be heading out.” He glanced over at Jack’s desk. “Are we meeting up for coffee this morning?”
“You know I need my caffeine.” Jack waved his hand in the air without looking up. “I’ll call you.”
By the time his shift was over, Colin was a little moody, and he couldn’t really explain why.
He drove home to drop off his cruiser, and debated calling it an early night, but then there was always the option of going to the family pub. Though neither really appealed.
He was restless. Irritable. His thoughts jumped back to the person who’d gotten so deeply under his skin in the last couple days.
Didn’t she say something about it being her day off?
Before he realized what he was doing, he’d climbed into his truck and was on the road heading toward Deception Pass and the bridge that led him off the north end of the island.
Aye, maybe he’d drop by and offer that apology.
“Finally.” Hailey turned off the faucet and swept her hand into the bathtub filled with bubbles.
The temperature was almost too hot—which meant it was perfect for her.
A couple days overdue, maybe, but it was never too late for the indulgent bubble bath she’d been trying to make happen. Especially when it was already her Sunday and she had to return to work tomorrow.
She slipped off her fluffy purple bathrobe and hung it on the hook on the door, then moved to climb into the tub.
The hot water and scented bubbles sluiced over her as she leaned back with a sigh.
Wonderful.
She must’ve been in there fifteen minutes at least when, over the Mumford and Sons album blaring on her iPod, she realized someone was knocking on her door.
She sat up in the tub, water splashing over the rim as she hit the Pause button on her music.
Another hard knock sounded, making her frown. Who the hell could that be? The realization kicked in before she’d even finished that thought.
Tanesha. Hailey had left her sweater in the car the other night and Tanesha had mentioned she would probably swing by to drop it off tonight or tomorrow.
Stumbling out of the tub, she grabbed the bathrobe and slipped into it.
Maybe it was tacky to answer the door half-soaked, wearing a robe, but this was her coworker who’d seen her coated in various body fluids after some crazy days at the hospital.
“Coming.” She rushed down the hall and reached the front door, twisting the knob to open it. “Hey— Oh fuck.”
Chapter Six
“Hey, baby girl.” Curt MacGregor stepped past her into the house. “I’m surprised you answered, with that bogus court order and all.”
Panic ripped through her and Hailey tightened the knot on the belt of her robe.
“It’s not bogus, it’s a real fucking order. Curt, you need to leave.”
He spread big, beefy hands in front of him and gave a slow smile. “Well you opened the
Hailey a nice girl? He bit back a bark of laughter.
“She used to be a friend of my sister’s.” He would leave off all the sordid details. “Nothing romantic there in the least.”
Wanting to shag her until the disdain in her eyes was replaced by desire wasn’t romantic, it was just simple lust.
“Too bad. It’s not that we don’t like you coming over to the house for dinner alone; we just want you to be happy. You know, find someone.” Jack glanced back at his computer and typed a few keystrokes. “You deserve someone great after the bitch .”
The bitch. Funny how the woman who’d been his well-liked fiancée was so fondly hated now. But then, leaving a guy at the altar did tend to earn you a negative label.
With the memory of Brenda fresh in his head, he waited for the familiar stab of sadness. Humiliation. It might be there, but it had grown fainter over the past year. Even last month, really.
Letting the subject of Brenda die quick and hard, Colin stood and adjusted his holster.
“I’ll just be heading out.” He glanced over at Jack’s desk. “Are we meeting up for coffee this morning?”
“You know I need my caffeine.” Jack waved his hand in the air without looking up. “I’ll call you.”
By the time his shift was over, Colin was a little moody, and he couldn’t really explain why.
He drove home to drop off his cruiser, and debated calling it an early night, but then there was always the option of going to the family pub. Though neither really appealed.
He was restless. Irritable. His thoughts jumped back to the person who’d gotten so deeply under his skin in the last couple days.
Didn’t she say something about it being her day off?
Before he realized what he was doing, he’d climbed into his truck and was on the road heading toward Deception Pass and the bridge that led him off the north end of the island.
Aye, maybe he’d drop by and offer that apology.
“Finally.” Hailey turned off the faucet and swept her hand into the bathtub filled with bubbles.
The temperature was almost too hot—which meant it was perfect for her.
A couple days overdue, maybe, but it was never too late for the indulgent bubble bath she’d been trying to make happen. Especially when it was already her Sunday and she had to return to work tomorrow.
She slipped off her fluffy purple bathrobe and hung it on the hook on the door, then moved to climb into the tub.
The hot water and scented bubbles sluiced over her as she leaned back with a sigh.
Wonderful.
She must’ve been in there fifteen minutes at least when, over the Mumford and Sons album blaring on her iPod, she realized someone was knocking on her door.
She sat up in the tub, water splashing over the rim as she hit the Pause button on her music.
Another hard knock sounded, making her frown. Who the hell could that be? The realization kicked in before she’d even finished that thought.
Tanesha. Hailey had left her sweater in the car the other night and Tanesha had mentioned she would probably swing by to drop it off tonight or tomorrow.
Stumbling out of the tub, she grabbed the bathrobe and slipped into it.
Maybe it was tacky to answer the door half-soaked, wearing a robe, but this was her coworker who’d seen her coated in various body fluids after some crazy days at the hospital.
“Coming.” She rushed down the hall and reached the front door, twisting the knob to open it. “Hey— Oh fuck.”
Chapter Six
“Hey, baby girl.” Curt MacGregor stepped past her into the house. “I’m surprised you answered, with that bogus court order and all.”
Panic ripped through her and Hailey tightened the knot on the belt of her robe.
“It’s not bogus, it’s a real fucking order. Curt, you need to leave.”
He spread big, beefy hands in front of him and gave a slow smile. “Well you opened the
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