Louis. It was better this way.
He observed the cops at the scene, watched their concern for their own, remembered the way they had delicately questioned Triana after her ordeal. He thought it was something to be proud of, that behavior. He wanted to stand for something like that.
His job was pretty standard. He didn’t do anything very remarkable. But, to make a difference would be something. It would be everything.
Chapter 11
5 Months Later…
Triana heard a knock on her door. She sighed, shoved away from her studies for the afternoon. It was Saturday. She supposed she should be out like her roommates. But, she had really taken well to college. And Daddy wasn’t so furious with her anymore for pursuing her dreams.
She crossed the room and opened the door. His dark hair and dark eyes still had the power to take her breath away. She couldn’t help the smile that crossed her face.
His answering grin made her heart beat faster.
“Lance.”
“Hey,” he said softly. He thrust a bouquet of roses out.
She took them, inhaled deeply. “Thank you. They’re beautiful.”
He shrugged, tucked his hands in his pockets. He glanced around her figure. “Your roommates here?”
“No. Not right now.” She let the door drift open so he could step inside. She watched as he went into the apartment, narrowed her eyes as he shifted uncertainly. She closed the door. “Is everything all right?”
“Yes. Fine. Why?”
“You seem nervous.” A moment of uncertainty struck her. She wondered if he was breaking it off with her. But, then, he wouldn’t have bought her flowers, would he? Unless he was softening the blow. No, that couldn’t be it. She knew him pretty well now.
“I’m fine,” he assured her.
They had been dating for five months, more if you counted her captivity, and he had kept a respectful distance since. He had never asked her for more than she could give. She was still a virgin, which, on some days, was really unfortunate. She had thought that their seclusion during her kidnapping had awoken uncontrollable desires, desires that would be sated immediately.
That was not the case. If anything, Lance had felt the need to show her how much he respected her. And though she appreciated it, they rarely did more than make out. By the time he left, she was usually breathing heavily and needed a bit of time to calm down. He obviously wanted her; she could tell that much. But, he never expected anything more. She wondered if he was waiting on a signal from her.
After Lance’s narrow miss with the law, his involvement in her kidnapping, he had left his lower management position at a nearby department store and had registered for the police academy. Though she didn’t like the idea that he might place himself in danger, she knew Lance was an honorable man and he needed to help people.
He had been a patrol officer for about two months, and she wouldn’t be surprised if he was promoted to detective at some point down the line. He visited her on his nights off, and occasionally, he’d get an entire day where he could dress in plainclothes. Like today.
She admired him in his black jeans and casual dress shirt. Yeah, he looked good. And if she could call him her boyfriend, which she supposed she could even though they hadn’t fully discussed where they were going, she was glad she was with him.
She didn’t blame him for his involvement in her captivity. She was glad he was the one she could call her captor, and no one else. She knew her
He observed the cops at the scene, watched their concern for their own, remembered the way they had delicately questioned Triana after her ordeal. He thought it was something to be proud of, that behavior. He wanted to stand for something like that.
His job was pretty standard. He didn’t do anything very remarkable. But, to make a difference would be something. It would be everything.
Chapter 11
5 Months Later…
Triana heard a knock on her door. She sighed, shoved away from her studies for the afternoon. It was Saturday. She supposed she should be out like her roommates. But, she had really taken well to college. And Daddy wasn’t so furious with her anymore for pursuing her dreams.
She crossed the room and opened the door. His dark hair and dark eyes still had the power to take her breath away. She couldn’t help the smile that crossed her face.
His answering grin made her heart beat faster.
“Lance.”
“Hey,” he said softly. He thrust a bouquet of roses out.
She took them, inhaled deeply. “Thank you. They’re beautiful.”
He shrugged, tucked his hands in his pockets. He glanced around her figure. “Your roommates here?”
“No. Not right now.” She let the door drift open so he could step inside. She watched as he went into the apartment, narrowed her eyes as he shifted uncertainly. She closed the door. “Is everything all right?”
“Yes. Fine. Why?”
“You seem nervous.” A moment of uncertainty struck her. She wondered if he was breaking it off with her. But, then, he wouldn’t have bought her flowers, would he? Unless he was softening the blow. No, that couldn’t be it. She knew him pretty well now.
“I’m fine,” he assured her.
They had been dating for five months, more if you counted her captivity, and he had kept a respectful distance since. He had never asked her for more than she could give. She was still a virgin, which, on some days, was really unfortunate. She had thought that their seclusion during her kidnapping had awoken uncontrollable desires, desires that would be sated immediately.
That was not the case. If anything, Lance had felt the need to show her how much he respected her. And though she appreciated it, they rarely did more than make out. By the time he left, she was usually breathing heavily and needed a bit of time to calm down. He obviously wanted her; she could tell that much. But, he never expected anything more. She wondered if he was waiting on a signal from her.
After Lance’s narrow miss with the law, his involvement in her kidnapping, he had left his lower management position at a nearby department store and had registered for the police academy. Though she didn’t like the idea that he might place himself in danger, she knew Lance was an honorable man and he needed to help people.
He had been a patrol officer for about two months, and she wouldn’t be surprised if he was promoted to detective at some point down the line. He visited her on his nights off, and occasionally, he’d get an entire day where he could dress in plainclothes. Like today.
She admired him in his black jeans and casual dress shirt. Yeah, he looked good. And if she could call him her boyfriend, which she supposed she could even though they hadn’t fully discussed where they were going, she was glad she was with him.
She didn’t blame him for his involvement in her captivity. She was glad he was the one she could call her captor, and no one else. She knew her
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