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shrugged.
    “O-kay, then. Sorry about that. Here’s to moving on. It was nice to meet you, Mr. Fahey.” He reached for the things Wynn held.
    Handing them over, Wynn replied, “Detective Fahey. Or Wynn. You can call me Wynn.” You can call me anytime . He tried to remain focused, but his heartbeat sounded unnaturally loud to his ears. He needed to get the hell out of there and on with his day, but for some reason he was dragging his feet.
    “Wynn.” Reilly’s smile hadn’t wavered. “I like that. It was nice to meet you, Wynn. Now if you’ll excuse me.” He nodded toward the office.
    “Oh, sure. Sorry again, about ramming into you.”
    “No worries. I’ve always enjoyed a good ramming. And yeah, that earned me five demerits, right there.” He winked and turned around, then entered the office.
    Wynn watched him go, trying to keep his mouth from hanging open. One thing he couldn’t control was his cock, which was rapidly firming up in his trousers. What the hell just happened? He wasn’t sure, but for a moment he wondered if he stood there long enough, could it happen again?
     

Chapter Two
     
     
     
    Wynn had better luck at some schools than others, but at the end of the day felt satisfied that he’d done his part to get word of the new drug out there. He touched base with the chief and Mel before he headed home for the night.
    His house was a seventies, ranch-style single level that suited him just fine. A bedroom for him, one for Con and a third he’d converted into a home office. There was a single garage, which was all he needed. He knew Con’s mother’s house was three times as grand but he didn’t want or need that much space.
    He ate some leftover chicken and a salad that looked too much like vegetables for Con to touch. A half-hour later he changed into shorts and a T-shirt and went for a long run. Trying to clear his head, he couldn’t keep images from circling his brain and heading south.
    Reilly O’Keefe’s face as they crouched together, gazes locked. His crystal-clear green eyes and sculpted jaw line, accented by a neatly trimmed beard. Reilly telling him that he’d always enjoyed a good ramming.
    What the devil did that mean? His imagination ran wild during his run and he worked up a sweat, not just from the exercise. He needed to peel off his clothes and step into the shower, where he could relieve his sexual frustration. He’d never remembered being attracted to a ginger before, but damned if he wasn’t hot as hell for this one.
    He’d managed to keep his urges under control with regular hand jobs, especially considering his long, dry spell. But since he’d run into Reilly, literally, he felt wired up, like his motor was running and he needed to let off some major steam in a big way.
    Wynn shrugged off his shirt and tossed it in the hamper just as his phone rang. He grabbed it and looked at the screen.
    Sydney. Groaning, he pressed the ‘Answer’ button. “Hey, Syd.”
    “Wynn. We need to talk about Con and the party he wants to go to Saturday night. He mentioned he asked you to call me.” Her voice was shrill and annoying as hell. He wondered if he’d grown used to it all those years ago, or if her tone had changed over time.
    He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Yeah, I’ve been busy. Actually, I didn’t figure there was much point in discussing it if you don’t want him to go.”
    “It’s not just me, Wynn. Derrick agrees it’s not a good idea, and so does Cissy Baxter.”
    “Is ‘Cissy’ really a grown woman’s name?”
    “Focus, Wynn.”
    “Aw, come on, now. To be honest, Derrick would agree with you if you told him the sky was purple with black polka dots. And any adult who goes by ‘Cissy’ can probably be talked into anything.”
    “Do you know what your problem is, Wynn?”
    “No, but I’m sure you’re going to tell me.”
    “You’re too laid-back. It’s a character flaw.”
    “Thanks for that. Anything else you called to bitch about, or does