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afraid
of your boyfriend, Shay?” he asked her.
    “My ex-boyfriend and no, Captain, I’m not afraid of
Lonnie Resden in any way, shape, or form.”
    He was inwardly pleased.   “Okay,” he said, nodding his head and looking
down at that tummy of hers again, remembering her tight, firm ass, imagining
just how toned and gorgeous the rest of her body probably was.   “I’ll get his statement and arrest him on an
assault warrant.   But I have to be honest
here.   It’s the prosecutor’s discretion
to file charges against him, and the chances of that happening are probably
remote.    More than likely the prosecutor
won’t bring charges at all and he’ll be released as a lesson learned.   But maybe getting arrested will make him
explain his intentions better the next time he has a woman in his bed.”  
    John looked for a reaction from Shay.   Did she still have feelings for the guy?   But her face didn’t reveal a thing.   “But I think he now understands that if he
hits you again,” John continued, “he may not be around to get a trip to the
hospital.”  
    Shay smiled that wonderful white smile John found
mesmerizing.   Then she stood up and
extended her hand.   “Thanks for your
help, Captain Malone.”
    John shook her hand, and immediately a hollow
feeling washed over him.   It felt as if
he was saying goodbye to somebody near and dear to him, when nothing could be
further from the truth.  
    “Take care of yourself ,
Shay,” he said.   Then he added: “As I’m
sure you will.”
    They both laughed, and then he left.  
    He stepped off of her porch, got into his truck, and
looked once again at that little yellow house as she closed her front
door.   And then he exhaled.   Wow , he thought.   What was that about ?   He’d never had that kind of connection to any
stranger before in his life.    For more
than a minute he even thought she might have belonged to him.   Which was ridiculous, he thought as he
cranked up.   He hadn’t been divorced a
month, had just gotten out of the pan, how in the heck could he even consider
jumping into some pot?   It was funny, was
what it was.
    But he wasn’t laughing.   Because he had to have her.   He had to have her in the worse way.   He kept seeing that tight ass, kept inhaling
her wonderful scent, kept wanting his dick in her pussy so bad that it was a
physical need that felt like a gunshot wound.   He needed to take care of this.   He needed her to take care of him.
    And without thinking about it, without attempting
to rationalize something this irrational, he got back out of his truck and
walked, in quiet desperation, back to her front door.

 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
    TWO

 
    Shay leaned against the door a few moments longer
after John had left.   She had to compose
herself.   Because she couldn’t stop
wondering what in the world was that all about.   The way he held her, the way he made her feel, the way she felt a
connection to that man, to a cop of all people, was baffling the hell
out of her.   She was literally just hours
out of a major breakup, she wasn’t even technically on the rebound yet, and
already she was letting some man get a rise out of her?   She smiled and shook her head.   She didn’t like drama and this day had way too
much in every direction.   She therefore
left the door, went over to the shattered lamp, and began to pick up the
pieces.  
    When the doorbell rang, she froze.   It felt almost like a premonition.   As if she was expecting it all along.   As if she knew, even though she didn’t know a
damn thing.   She moved away from the area
of the lamp and walked over to her living room window.   When she saw that the big Chevy Silverado was
still on her driveway, her heart rammed against her chest.   Because somehow she
expected it.   But that didn’t make
it any easier.
    She moved slowly toward the door.   And when she opened it, and saw that it was
indeed John Malone standing there,