Badge of Honor by Justine Davis

Author:Justine Davis [Davis, Justine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2010-12-24T00:40:43.785000+00:00

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Chapter 10

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There was absolutely no point in going home, Miguel thought. He was so wound up he wouldn't get to sleep for hours. So he might as well put it to good use. He'd work the frustration and disgust off on that pile of paperwork he'd let stack up while putting together the preliminary budget the city council had just shot to hell.

He had the oddest feeling, as he pulled into his reserved parking place next to the back door of Trinity West, that if it hadn't been for this, he would have thought of something else to keep from going home—if you could call it that. If home meant the place where you spent most of your time, then this plain, square building in front of him had become more his home than the small, stark apartment he lived in.

But the saddest part, he thought as he went up the outside stain to the private door to his office, was that this place, with its outdated furniture and equipment and all the wear and tear of the years, was probably homier than the small, one-bedroom place he rented. He'd been there for two years, and there were still boxes he hadn't unpacked. True, for a while after he'd been shot he hadn't had the energy. Simply getting up and functioning for a day took every bit he had, and he had come home only to fall into bed and try and recoup enough to get up and do it again the next day.

But even when he had most of his stamina back, when the ugly red wounds had faded to ugly scars, even when he no longer woke in the night fighting off waves of pain—sometimes real, sometimes remembered—he still made no effort to personalize the small space that housed him. It was a place to sleep, fix quick meals and do the work he brought home with him, no more. It was all he wanted.

And after a while, he thought as he put his key in the lock on the door marked Private, it had seemed silly to lug all his work home to do in that place that was just another reminder of all he had lost. He'd put the house he and Anna had lived in on the market on the second anniversary of her funeral, the same day he'd finally taken off the ring she'd slipped on his finger all those years ago. He hadn't wanted to, but he'd known it was time.

And he had grown weary of people commenting on it. They'd thought he didn't hear the whispers, the speculations on whether he'd ever get over it. The ring really hadn't mattered. He'd seen the pale mark it left, then felt the weight of it long after he was no longer wearing it.

Crazy, he thought as he shoved the heavy door open, all these memories stirring. That had been happening a lot lately. Ever since Kit Walker had walked into his office that night—

She was in his office now.

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