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Chapter Two
    â€œWhat has you in such a foul mood?” Bryant asked, setting a cup of coffee in front of Weston.
    â€œNothing,” Weston said, slamming his drawer and sending his pen and some papers onto the floor.
    â€œFemale trouble — huh? Oh, and you’re welcome for the coffee,” Bryant said.
    The coffee aroma was a welcome relief from the department’s natural fragrance of urine, body odor, and sweat.
    â€œHey! I’m suing,” Stewart, the town drunk, slurred.
    Bryant and Weston looked up to see two patrol officers grabbing Stewart, who had collapsed onto the floor in a heap.
    â€œYou can’t arrest me. I ain’t done nothing wrong.”
    Stale alcohol and vomit now added to the wide range of scents hanging over Bryant and Weston’s desks. Weston shook his head as he watched each officer take an arm and drag Stewart into the holding cell.
    â€œIt ain’t right. It just ain’t right. This is police brutality,” Stewart wailed.
    â€œIf I ever get so bad that I’m toasted by ten in the morning and butchering the English language, just shoot me,” Weston said.
    â€œBe happy to,” Bryant said quickly.
    Weston glared at him.
    â€œJust taking one for the team.” Bryant slapped Weston on his shoulder and chuckled. He took his seat at the desk abutting Weston’s.
    Bryant and Weston had attended the academy together, both having been promoted to detective at the same time. They’d become good friends, and watched each other’s backs in the office and on the street.
    Weston glanced over at him, taking a drink of coffee. The strong brew tasted delightful and instantly made him a little less grumpy . Crazy how a good cup of coffee can do that for you. There must be magic in the beans. Maybe he should take the dog lady a cup… or gallon.
    â€œCome on, sourpuss. Spill it.” Bryant crossed his ankle over his knee and folded his hands behind his head. Giving his best you-can-trust-me grin.
    Weston released a noise that sounded like a pig eating its slop out of a trough.
    â€œEnough said…” Bryant held up his hand. “Who is it? Do I know her?”
    â€œDoubtful.” Weston shrugged. “Someone I met yesterday when I dropped off the dog.”
    â€œDidn’t go well?”
    â€œHer eyes could freeze fire.”
    â€œWhat? She was immune to your ‘Rico Suave’ charm?” Bryant said, feigning surprise.
    â€œHard to believe… I know.”
    â€œGood looking?”
    â€œUmm — gorgeous,” Weston said, as he flashed back to the way her warm-caramel hair caught the light through the exam room window. “Her hair curled around the top of her shoulders and had that Meg Ryan-tousled look from the When Harry Met Sally days, and her eyes resembled a field of green pastures. Not to mention that lean body that says she must run ten miles a day, or maybe she has excellent genes. I don’t know and don’t care.” He waved the daydream away with a swoop of his hand. “I never want to cross her path again, what with her nasty demeanor.” He inhaled deeply, lost in his own thoughts.
    â€œWhat’s that about?”
    â€œWhat’s what about?” Weston asked, coming back to the conversation at hand.
    â€œYou left just then. Not physically, but mentally you were on the moon.”
    â€œShe smelled like a peppermint candy.” Weston sighed. So much for forgetting about her . “How does a girl do that?”
    â€œWow, someone’s got it bad — you sound like my sixteen-year-old sister. You swooned,” Bryant said.
    Weston could feel the heat in his face. “I did not swoon.” That woman was turning him into a babbling idiot.
    Bryant inclined forward resting his arms on his desk. “Pretty sure you swooned.” He winked. “Hey. Since you’re both so fit, maybe you two could work out together.” He could no