Gee, you don’t sugarcoat things, do you?” “At least if I’m at a club, I won’t have you pressuring me.”“No, you’ll have heaps of strangers instead.

Colt, you’re going to be a nurse, not a cop. If anything happens, I’ll pay the fines for you.”“Still don’t need it.”“Why?” She paused for a moment, thinking. “Because you’re still trying to get into Daddy’s good books?”“Shut up,” I muttered, blowing my frustrations into another balloon—it grew between my palms. This had nothing to do with my father.“From what you’ve told me of the guy, he’s a jerking dick, Colt. I don’t know why you’re seeking his approval.

Eager?” “Just a little,” I breathed.

Touch me. Kiss me. I want you. I’ve never done it just for my pleasure, just for fun.

I was calling you earlier when your name and number flashed up on my cell’s screen. But instead of it being you, it was Chris.”“You still have my number programed into your phone?

Careful. I don’t want to have to do that again. Your veins are hard to find. You’d make a great pincushion for any trainee phlebotomist.” “Gee, thanks,” I muttered, rolling my eyes. “I’ve always wanted to be someone’s guinea pig.

The name’s Damien,” he stated, sliding behind the table. He wore an open black jacket and jeans.“Colt.”“I haven’t seen you here before.”“First time.” I lifted the glass to my mouth. “Are you enjoying yourself?”I nodded, swallowing. “Yeah. The music is great,” I replied, turning my head. “Do you come here often?”“Almost every night.

I don’t want to see my best partner heartbroken.”“It’s not like that.”“Uh-huh, sure.

What’s the story with you and that blonde woman?” I asked after a moment.“Sienna is my partner—I make a point of not mixing work and pleasure. It doesn’t go down well when things turn… pear-shaped.” “Fair enough, I guess.