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she’d resigned herself to live in.
It would be amazing, he was sure.
    Excitement coursed through his body as he
showered and donned his uniform for the day. He couldn’t wait to finish his
shift so he could be close to her even if it was only to watch as she worked,
although he planned to do much more than merely watch.
    Today was going to be the start of a whole
new way of life for Ausha Malone whether she was ready for it or not.
    * * * * *
    Doug walked into the precinct and was
nearly mowed down by Ryder’s wife Kelly. She was taller than any other woman he
knew and more loving than most as well.
    “Oh shoot! Sorry about that, Doug.”
    Doug smiled and ogled her in a teasing
manner, one in which he knew would irritate Ryder. “No problem, sweetheart. In
a hurry?”
    Kelly looked behind her to where Ryder was
standing. In a conspiratorial whisper she said, “He’s being grumpy.”
    “Stop staring down my wife’s shirt, Doug,”
Ryder growled.
    Doug winked at Kelly, causing her to laugh
before she fled through the door. Doug turned back toward Ryder. “Can’t help
but look at the woman, she’s gorgeous.” Before his friend blew a gasket, he
added, “You’re a very lucky man she only has eyes for you.”
    At that, Ryder smiled then grumbled, “Tell
it to my credit card. The woman is a menace when it comes to her toys.
Evidently there is a new saw she just has to have for her intarsia
work.” An eye roll followed the disgruntled remark. Doug laughed as he followed
Ryder into his office.
    As always his friend was quick and to the
point. “So how are things going with Mrs. Malone?”
    Thinking about their last interaction made
his cock twitch. They had been so close, his body pressed to hers in a way that
made him feel larger than life. To Ryder all he said was, “Definitely
interesting.”
    “I don’t think I’m going to ask why.”
    Doug smiled. “Probably for the best. So,
what do we have going on today?”
    The next several minutes were spent with
Ryder filling Doug in on the area’s happenings. As always, it was slow and calm
compared to defending the public in a large city.
    Later, as Doug sat at his desk, finishing
some paperwork, he was very glad nothing exciting ever seemed to happen in
Memory and he would be getting off work on time.
    Instead of going home, Doug changed into
the spare clothes he kept at work. He would have to remember to bring more in,
but it was worth the effort since it meant he’d get to see Ausha sooner. He got
to the bar at the same time several others arrived, allowing him the time
needed to sit and watch for a few minutes.
    Tonight she wore her usual low-rise jeans.
Accompanying them was another black shirt. This time it was a button-up silky
thing that rode low over the top of her pants. Wrapped loosely around her hips
was a silver concho belt. It hung lower on one hip than the other, which did
wonderful things to Doug’s libido for some reason. His cock came to life behind
the zipper of his pants, seeking attention. In his mind’s eye, Doug could see
Ausha wearing only the belt, nothing else. He pictured taking her from behind
while using the belt for leverage.
    Damn if she didn’t take that moment to look
at him! Her gaze caught his and held. Doug felt like a teenager caught
red-handed looking at a girly magazine. He hoped to hell she couldn’t see the
flush rising up his neck because he sure could feel it.
    Doug acknowledged her gaze with a nod. He
then moved toward the corner of the room where he sat facing the door, his back
to the wall. Old habits were hard to break. It was a quiet, comfortable area,
one he sort of staked out for his own.
    Relief washed over him when he finally
noticed Ausha walking his way, although walk was such a mundane word for her
actual movements. She had a sway to her hips she was completely oblivious to.
They rolled and dipped, giving the eye no choice but to follow.
    Her hair was a riotous mass of curls. On
most women it would look