Strangers with Benefits (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free

the testing phases.
    There was a joy to be found in the idea that one day the tech she developed now would be in the hands of a deaf or blind person and could take the place of an assistant or service animal.
    Her current baby was a device that would work as a smartphone, but created for the blind. There would be no display as most tech users were used to it, instead, there was a bracelet that the user wore on one wrist.
    The bracelet would use GPS to allow the user to navigate the world with simple directional feedback that used vibration to tell them where safe walking was available. It would decipher sidewalks, and give an audible chime when the desired location was close.
    The bracelet would also use Braille to give information, the same way a smart phone user would read blogs and newspapers with visible words.
    The tech was in its infancy stages, but a few years from now, she could potentially create something that would improve the quality of life for those without use of their sight. It would hopefully allow them freedom to go and come without worry.
    Today, she was working on a safety alert that would allow the user to request help with a simple command.
    There was an issue somewhere though, as the call only was successful half of the time. The other half, it called numbers close to the one she programmed in and she ended up speaking to half of the company in succession.
    Why did she decide to take on this project to begin with?

Chapter Two:
    Dangerously Attracted

    Officer Den McTavish knew he was going to have a long day on patrol Saturday when he stood up for roll call.
    The afternoon started out fairly normally. He made sure his shoes and brass, the covers on his gun belt and shirt pins, gleamed with a hand polished shine. Since he preferred to be casually dressed on his own time, Den used the locker room to get ready per his usual habits.
    The briefing was the standard. He was given his beat, the patrol area he was supposed to work within. Tonight, he was working a spread-out district that would just skirt downtown’s drunk wagon and end in Midtown, near the airport.
    His beat would see more action when the bars closed at two in the morning. Anyone that came down Market Street would have to be eyed carefully to make sure no one was drinking and driving. But at least it wasn’t the upcoming Azalea Festival weekend.
    That weekend seemed to attract boozers like moths to a flame.
    The town was a college one and a vacation spot to boot, so there were too many people that indulged and decided to make a bad choice in driving. That was a crime that he took personally, as he had lost a good friend to a drunk driver when he was in high school and the accident cemented his decision to become an officer.
    He looked over and saw a girl in a fresh uniform with series of freckles over her nose that almost merged into one large spot. Her stance was awkward as hell, and he knew she must be a rookie. Any transfer would have been more comfortable in a room with other seasoned officers and the newbie stuck out like a sore thumb.
    When he looked at the girl, her recalled that her last name was Henderson but he didn’t bother paying attention to the first name his Chief mentioned, he knew she wouldn’t make it two weeks.
    He was supposed to be the FTO, or field training officer for the rookie’s first rotation, but Richards drew the short straw at the briefing they had a week ago when assignments were being handed out.
    He always felt sorry for the rookies that had their first rotation with Richards. Especially this one, as Richards was not only a dick, but a misogynist to boot.
    The last two FTO assignments Richards got his hands on first had quit within a month.
    Saturday was a bad day to have a fresh rookie as the nights were hectic and a trial by fire.
    Maybe if the girl made it to the third week, he’d be able to salvage what was left, but likely not. Richards had bad habits, and he was sloppy with his work. That was the