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Or his trainer

Whatever the hell she was called

“So you decided to fuck an accomplice to a murder” Brianna hummed, her eyes dark and cool “At least she’s pretty, so I can see how you lost your head”

I gritted my teeth

Will growled under his breath and walked past her, ignoring her remarks

At least, I thought he was ignoring her remarks

Only when he was blocking me all the way did he say, “Get that shirt on, honey”

I did, pulling it on so fast that I didn’t have a chance to look at what the front of it said before it was on and sliding down the length of hs

“You know that those are departht?” Brianna said thethe shirt “Nobody besides an actual police officer is supposed to be wearing the a police officer”

“I hardly think that the chief will give a flying fuck, nor think she’s trying to i ain, walking into my house like you own it?”

Will caught ainst his side, then offered me my coffee cup, that was at the perfect temperature now

Wanting to pull ht the cup up toher eyes

I was unable to stop the little ht spot going down

Brianna growled at my moan

Will’s hand tightened around ht to hile inch of space between us

“I’m here because I saw your truck at that bar outside of town, and thought I’d offer you a ride back to it, and you didn’t answer the door,” she lied

I rolled my eyes

“You didn’t knock,” I found , and not once did you make it known that you were here”

“I knocked,” she lied again, looking away and focusing once again on themy hip bone

I took another sip of coffee, praying for patience

“You didn’t knock,” Will disagreed, his hand sliding a bit doard

I froze, unable to concentrate on the situation at hand, and the way his hand wasat a doard path

I wasn’t sure he knehat he was doing,his hand toward my ass, but I sure the hell did

And I was conflicted

On one hand, I loved it

Absolutely, one hundred percent, loved having his hand on me

Then, on the other hand, I hated it