On Borrowed Time (Men of Honor book 3) by Rhonda Lott

Author:Rhonda Lott [Lott, Rhonda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-07-09T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

ACE

Ace didn’t know what to expect. A heavy sense of unease coiled in the pit of his stomach, not the relief he imagined he might feel. The third floor was the domain of Chief Maxwell Lewis. If any man alive could understand his dissatisfaction with the job, the chief would. Max was a friend of his dad. A second dad in many ways. The chief was always one to encourage his men.

A frown creased Ace’s face when the elevator doors dinged open. The old but sturdy desk of Max’s secretary was the first thing you saw, but now there was a sleek lightwood and steel desk with a young blond woman behind it. What the fuck? When did all this remodeling happen? Ace plastered on a smile and let the woman know he had an appointment with Max. Cassie, her nametag read. She boldly gave him a full body survey, taking her time appraising him, licking her lips like a hungry predator ready to pounce. Ace was tempted to cover his junk from her visual strip job.

“You can go right in officer, he’s waiting for you.” She purred.

A shudder ran down his spine. He didn’t have time to analyze why her interest left him cold as the temperature outside. She didn’t have warm hazel eyes that cast a spell over you or a sexy little piercing in her dimple. Shaking his head at his own foolishness, Ace entered the chief’s office only to have his Jordan’s squeak to a halt in the doorway.

The place was totally transformed. Gone was the outdated 80’s office furnishings, in its place was a high-end cherry wood desk and black leather chairs. A couch and matching chairs that would be at home in a Buckhead mansion formed a cozy sitting area in one corner. A wide screen television took up practically an entire wall.

Ace let out a long whistle and grinned. “You getting fancy in your old age, huh big dog?”

“A few necessities to make the long, long hours more comfortable.” Max shot back as he stood, almost knocking over a pencil holder, when he gestured for Ace to take a seat.

Ace lowered himself into the butter soft leather seat. Closed blinds left the room dim, weak light filtered from two gold sconces behind Max. Even in the limited light, it shocked Ace the drastic changes in his family friend. Max was always a substantial sized man, but now his starched white shirt and blue slacks swallowed him up. His head was now completely bald and gleamed with beads of perspiration. His dark chocolate complexion was patchy, dull, and aged beyond his years. A knot formed in Ace’s gut. Was Max ill? No way. The man was invincible.

“Damn, I can’t get over how much you resemble your old man. He spit you out, that’s for sure.” Max said with a laugh that morphed into a hacking cough. He took a second to recover as he shifted items around on the desktop. “What can I do for you son?”

“I wanted you to be the first to know.

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