Reel Trouble: Wild Women of Alaska by Helmer Tiffinie

Author:Helmer, Tiffinie [Helmer, Tiffinie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: The Story Vault
Published: 2014-03-29T07:00:00+00:00

Treat jogged up the stairs to the station, smiling as he noticed DC’s vehicle parked out front. Maybe he’d get a few minutes with her before finally having it out with Aaron. Morehouse had been pissed at him too long this time. Aaron hadn’t spilled about the kiss he’d interrupted, which worried Treat too. He wasn’t worried about his reputation. That ship had sailed. But he was worried about DC’s, mainly because she seemed anxious about it. Case in point, why she wouldn’t move into his perfectly good sailboat.

He walked in and only saw Kelvin and Lara. “Where’s DC?” he asked Lara.

“Check your room.”

His room?

“Ah, good one.” He winked at Lara and headed down the hall toward the cells. He entered and found the tempting Deputy Chief of Dutch Harbor sound asleep. And she was sleeping in his bed. She was adorable all curled up, her hands under her cheek and her knees up to her chest. She wore black yoga pants and a tie-dyed t-shirt with rainbow-colored socks. Her dark hair covered half her face. She seemed cold.

He looked around for a blanket, but she was lying on it. He took off his jacket and carefully draped it over her.

That’s it. She was moving into his boat by tonight whether she liked it or not.

She sighed into his jacket, her body relaxing from the tight ball she’d curled into. He needed to find her more blankets. Quietly, he went into the other cell and stripped the wool covering off the cot. He returned and gently tucked it in around her, leaving his jacket over her for softness since the wool was an old, scratchy army blanket.

He left the cell block and returned to the bullpen just as Aaron entered. He came to a stop when he noticed Treat.

“What are you doing here?” Aaron asked.

“We need to talk.” What was the real reason Aaron was pissed at him? It couldn’t be because he’d kissed DC. There was more to the cold shoulder than that.

“No we don’t.”

“Really? You going to treat me like Courtney and give me the silent treatment?”

That got Aaron’s attention. Maybe a bit too much of his attention. “You shut the fuck up about Courtney.”

“Hey, guys,” Kelvin said, venturing into the conversation. “I suggest you take this outside.” He indicated Lara and the other few officers watching their exchange.

“Fine,” Aaron spit out. He swiveled on his heel and slapped open the door, not bothering to hold it for Treat.

“What crawled up your ass and died?” Treat demanded once they were facing off in the parking lot.

“You really are spoiling for a fight.”

“Need a man bigger than you to give me one, asshole.”

Aaron’s hands flexed and curled into fists. Treat relaxed his stance in case he needed to make a quick move. Aaron wasn’t one to fly off the handle, which worried Treat even more. He’d been moody, with a nasty temper, since Treat had returned. They’d been buds since they were in diapers. Treat had been Aaron’s best man when he’d married Courtney.

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