got a shot as chief?” Timmy inquired.
“Of course,” I nodded. “I feel like such an asshole, taking the spot from
people who’ve been there for so long, but what else is new.” I snorted, the
word ‘asshole’ probably came up most of the time when people described me.
Timmy nodded. “But you’ve gotta do what you’ve gotta do, brother.”
I shrugged, “Anyways, it’s a guaranteed spot if I crack the case Pop just
handed me.”
“Uh-oh, our brother is doin ’ big things!” Timmy
clapped his hands excitedly.
I chuckled at him and shook my head.
“What do you have to do?” Chris asked.
“Trying to take down Chicago’s Trioxytin producer,” I shrugged. “I’ll be
undercover so from now on I’m not David O’Neil…I’m David Finley. And I’m not a
cop and my father isn’t the chief.” It was imperative that I let them know in
case anyone asked them about me.
“So what do you do…?” Chris eyed me.
“Can we tell whoever asks that you’re a male prostitute?” Timmy asked, looking
at me expectantly.
It went silent as Chris and I stared him down with questioning looks followed
by our laughter. It was a great feeling taking a break away from the
seriousness of the station. “Just say I’m a law student,” I shrugged.
“David Finley, attorney at law!” Chris said in a voice that made me sound like
a superhero.
“He said law student you goof,” Timmy shook his head.
“It’s the same thing you idiot.” Chris argued.
“Do you not hear yourself?” Timmy looked at Chris and rolled his eyes.
While they bickered back and forth, a couple eating on the porch outside caught
my eye. How long had they been out there? The female was partially facing me; I
could only see her lower profile with her sun hat covering the rest. At least
seven shopping bags surrounded her feet and a black man who I had recognized
from the party sat across from her – Ray. Instantly, I knew it was Eva-Marie. I
wanted to see her; I actually felt… bad for being so rude to her.
After
she had blown up on me in the elevator, I was mad at myself for being such a
big prick to gorgeous woman. She had looked stressed as it was and it was clear
that I had only made it worse that day. Everything she had said to me made sense,
she’d set me straight like no one ever had. It was…a bit of a turn on .
Something inside of me that I couldn’t quite put my finger on just desperately
wanted apologize to her. I had no plan of action and I didn’t even think she’d
listen to me after the way I acted towards her.
Without thinking about it for too much longer, I rose from my seat and made my
way outside. My palms broke out in a cold sweat and I had no clue what I was
going to say. Not even a hint at what I was going to say. It felt like my
throat had gone dry but at that point it was do or die since I was already
standing at their table, behind Ray.
“Eva?” I wasn’t sure if I had meant to say her name as a question or statement.
I wanted to go back inside. What was I doing? Usually I had no soft spot for
anyone in my heart.
She slowly set down her iced tea. The brim of her sun hat covered one eye but
her dark eye was still as intense as if both were uncovered. My God, those
eyes! Her brown skin looked radiant against the navy blue and floral print of
her thin, short-sleeved dress. Not a curl was out of place and her lips were
colored perfectly red once again. She was every bit as stunning as I
remembered.
“Yes, that’s me.” She said. Eva lifted her head and her dark eyes focused
“Of course,” I nodded. “I feel like such an asshole, taking the spot from
people who’ve been there for so long, but what else is new.” I snorted, the
word ‘asshole’ probably came up most of the time when people described me.
Timmy nodded. “But you’ve gotta do what you’ve gotta do, brother.”
I shrugged, “Anyways, it’s a guaranteed spot if I crack the case Pop just
handed me.”
“Uh-oh, our brother is doin ’ big things!” Timmy
clapped his hands excitedly.
I chuckled at him and shook my head.
“What do you have to do?” Chris asked.
“Trying to take down Chicago’s Trioxytin producer,” I shrugged. “I’ll be
undercover so from now on I’m not David O’Neil…I’m David Finley. And I’m not a
cop and my father isn’t the chief.” It was imperative that I let them know in
case anyone asked them about me.
“So what do you do…?” Chris eyed me.
“Can we tell whoever asks that you’re a male prostitute?” Timmy asked, looking
at me expectantly.
It went silent as Chris and I stared him down with questioning looks followed
by our laughter. It was a great feeling taking a break away from the
seriousness of the station. “Just say I’m a law student,” I shrugged.
“David Finley, attorney at law!” Chris said in a voice that made me sound like
a superhero.
“He said law student you goof,” Timmy shook his head.
“It’s the same thing you idiot.” Chris argued.
“Do you not hear yourself?” Timmy looked at Chris and rolled his eyes.
While they bickered back and forth, a couple eating on the porch outside caught
my eye. How long had they been out there? The female was partially facing me; I
could only see her lower profile with her sun hat covering the rest. At least
seven shopping bags surrounded her feet and a black man who I had recognized
from the party sat across from her – Ray. Instantly, I knew it was Eva-Marie. I
wanted to see her; I actually felt… bad for being so rude to her.
After
she had blown up on me in the elevator, I was mad at myself for being such a
big prick to gorgeous woman. She had looked stressed as it was and it was clear
that I had only made it worse that day. Everything she had said to me made sense,
she’d set me straight like no one ever had. It was…a bit of a turn on .
Something inside of me that I couldn’t quite put my finger on just desperately
wanted apologize to her. I had no plan of action and I didn’t even think she’d
listen to me after the way I acted towards her.
Without thinking about it for too much longer, I rose from my seat and made my
way outside. My palms broke out in a cold sweat and I had no clue what I was
going to say. Not even a hint at what I was going to say. It felt like my
throat had gone dry but at that point it was do or die since I was already
standing at their table, behind Ray.
“Eva?” I wasn’t sure if I had meant to say her name as a question or statement.
I wanted to go back inside. What was I doing? Usually I had no soft spot for
anyone in my heart.
She slowly set down her iced tea. The brim of her sun hat covered one eye but
her dark eye was still as intense as if both were uncovered. My God, those
eyes! Her brown skin looked radiant against the navy blue and floral print of
her thin, short-sleeved dress. Not a curl was out of place and her lips were
colored perfectly red once again. She was every bit as stunning as I
remembered.
“Yes, that’s me.” She said. Eva lifted her head and her dark eyes focused
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