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deal?” my sister asked.
    I looked to her, then away as I started to input the number of the person who texted Tasha earlier this morning.
    It came up as a burner phone, and I narrowed my eyes at the screen as if it would give me the information I sought if I glared hard enough.
    “Nothing,” I muttered darkly, standing up and facing her with my cup of coffee in my hand.
    Her eyes went to the paper cup and widened.
    “Why does your cup say ‘Whore-Hey?’” Her eyes glittered.
    I shrugged.
    “What are you doing here?” I changed the subject.
    I wasn’t ready to talk to my sister, or anyone, about Tasha.
    “I thought you were sleeping,” I lifted a brow at her.
    She worked night shift, and she should be sleeping right now.
    “I got a phone call from our mother,” she huffed, taking a seat on the couch with a soft plunk.
    I gritted my teeth.
    “And what did she want?” I leaned against my desk and crossed my feet.
    “She’s getting married next weekend, as you know, and she wants to know if either one of us needs a date or if we plan on wasting our plus one,” CeeCee explained.
    “Fuck no she didn’t,” I growled.
    CeeCee smiled like it was painful.
    “I told her we had dates,” she smiled like she’d solved a problem instead of creating one.
    “But we don’t have dates,” I stated the obvious.
    “I’ll have a date, even if I have to ask Joe.”
    My brows rose at that.
    “You’d ask Joe?” I questioned in surprise.
    She nodded. “Yeah, Joe.”
    Joe was her ex-husband, and he was her ex because he was so vehemently against her being a cop. He was so against females becoming law enforcement, at all, that it wasn’t funny.
    Joe hated that his wife was going out and putting her life on the line night after night.
    Joe hated that CeeCee wouldn’t just stay at home, barefoot and pregnant, content being his little housewife, and I couldn’t say that I was totally against that idea, either.
    It wasn’t that I thought women couldn’t handle themselves, I just felt like my sister shouldn’t have to.
    She was all of five-foot-nothing, and would go down in a swift wind like she did one year at a water park when a storm blew in.
    I just didn’t know if my sister would be able to protect herself from some meth-head addict that was high out of his mind or a robber intent on getting away.
    “What am I supposed to do?” I growled at her.
    “Ask the brown beauty you were with last night,” my sister suggested.
    I shook my head. “That isn’t going to work.”
    CeeCee’s eyes rose. “And why not?”
    I twisted the paper holder around the cup absently as I stared out the windows to my office.
    “She’s Annie’s sister.”
    “The one you have a crush on,” CeeCee teased.
    I snapped my eyes over to hers.
    “I never said I had a crush on her,” I informed her.
    She shrugged.
    “I didn’t say that you did, but you also haven’t tried to bring a woman home since you met her. Figured you had it bad for her if you weren’t trying to pound my wall down,” CeeCee said.
    My stomach tightened.
    “They’re my walls, and you said you couldn’t hear anything,” I grumbled.
    CeeCee smiled.
    “I lied.”
    Shit.
    “That…” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “That’s just wrong. If I’d have known, I wouldn’t have brought anyone home.”
    CeeCee shrugged. “It’s not that big of a deal, Ten. When it happens, I turn my TV on, and I can’t hear a thing anymore.”
    My sister moved into my house with me after her divorce. And, although she’d looked for a place here and there, she hadn’t found one that had caught her fancy yet.
    I didn’t care.
    I was rarely, if ever, there.
    My business kept me gone until late, and if I did manage to come home, I was only there for a couple hours to sleep.
    It was nice to have someone there to take care of Koda.
    Koda was my dog.
    She was a beast, and I loved her like she was my own kid.
    I’d become her handler while I was on a tour in Iraq.
    She’d