“So the new neighbors moved in today,” Corrine remarked over the phone as I pulled up to the station. “Looks like a lesbian couple.”
I sputtered my coffee over the dashboard. “What the hell makes you think that?”
“I don’t know. I saw a few men there moving stuff in, and then there were just two women.”
“So because you saw two women, you think they are gay?” I swore sometimes she was an idiot.
“Well, you never know. I hope they are. I always wanted to know more about that lifestyle.”
“Corrine, stop, stop right there. If they are, you are going to leave them alone. You are not going to pester them.” My stern no-nonsense voice rang through the line, something she hated.
“It’s not pestering if you become friends with them. Unless they want me to take part, and that might be kind of odd,” she paused, “but it would be cool to learn about, don’t you think?”
Almost every male alive had the fantasy of watching two women together; I was the odd man out. That was not my cup of tea. “No, leave them alone, Corrine. Let Tommy know I’ll be home in about an hour.”
I was a one-woman man, and the idea of sharing the person I cared about with another person or being a voyeur and watching two women together seemed strangely odd to me. Maybe I was the peculiar one.
I had nothing against people who were homosexual. One of my best male friends was and had been since high school. We went out for beers and met up once a month for a round of hoops. I even liked his current boyfriend, even if he did shoot better than I did.
I hung up from Corrine and made my way back into the station. My fourteen-hour shift was almost over. Normally, I only worked a twelve-hour, but I had gotten called in early this morning to cover a shift when one of the guys had to rush his pregnant wife to the hospital. I grinned to myself as I remembered the sheer panic in John’s voice as he called begging me to cover his last two hours.
I pulled up a chair and woke up the computer to do my reports for the day. I could smell her coming before I even saw her. Missy, our nighttime dispatcher, had the most ungodly sickly sweet floral perfume that she probably bathed in daily.
Her hands rubbed my shoulders, and I shifted uneasily away from her. “Evening, Missy, how are you tonight?”
She practically purred in my ear, “I’m wonderful now. How are you?”
I shifted further away from her. That’s all I needed was to go home smelling like perfume. Corrine would never let me live it down. “Glad to hear it. I’m fine, thank you.”
“What do you have planned for tonight?” she asked as she leaned against the desk, inches from me. The desk was like four feet long, but she had to plant herself right there.
“Going home to relax, play with Tommy, and get some sleep.” Her eyes twinkled on my last words. I knew better than to say something like that and I tried not to wince. Luckily, before she could add a come on to her suggestive look, the phone rang and I reached to pick it up, giving her a tight smile.
“Celebration Police Department, this is Officer Wagner.” I turned away from Missy hoping she would get the message.
“Officer Wagner, it’s Jimmy Cosgrove. Stevie is at it again. He’s knocking on everyone’s door on his way home from the bar.”
“Alright, Jimmy, where is the last place you saw him?”
“He’s at my front door right now.” I could hear Steve in the background asking for a beer and I laughed quietly.
“I’m on my way. Keep him busy for five minutes.” He said he would and I hung up. When I turned to stand, I practically slammed into Missy.
Her hands went to my chest, “Oh, you got up so fast. I wasn’t ready.”
I pulled her two small hands off with one of my own and stepped around her, “That’s alright. You have a good night, Missy. I gotta go get Steve home.”
“Aren’t you coming back?” she called as I hightailed it to the door.
“Not if I can help it,” I said under my breath. “No, I’ll probably head straight home. You have a nice weekend,” I said loudly enough for her to hear me.
I didn’t hear her reply as I was already out the door. It wasn’t that I needed to rush to get to Steve. I knew where he was and he wasn’t a danger to anyone, but I had no problem pretending it was an emergency to avoid wandering hands.
I pulled up to Jimmy’s house to find him and Steve sitting on the porch, both drinking a beer. I shook my head as I got out of my patrol vehicle. “Gentlemen.”
Steve turned to Jimmy, “Now what’d you have to go and do that for?”
“Do what?” Jimmy sputtered in feigned innocence.
Steve tried to stand and spilled half his beer, “You went and called the dang police.”
“Steve, Jimmy didn’t call me. I saw you all hanging out, thought I’d stop and say hi, maybe give you a ride home. Where’s Bonnie tonight?”
“My old lady is home, where she oughta be,” he stated belligerently, and I held back a grin behind a short cough.
“Alright, then, if she’s at home, I’m sure she will be happy to have your company. Let me give you a ride.”
“I’m not done with my beer,” he stalled and attempted to sit back down, completely missing the wooden rocking chair and planting his butt on the porch.
Jimmy and I started laughing. It shouldn’t have been funny, but it was. I helped him up, allowed him to finish the tiny bit left in his beer can, and then escorted him to my car.
I waved to Jimmy as I pulled out and turned toward Steve’s place. “Dabby kick you out again?” I asked over my shoulder.
“Hell, yeah! He’s always kicking me out, and he kept my car keys, again,” his voice grew high pitched as he whined.
And that was exactly where they should have been. Steve had crashed into quite a few things over the years, luckily none of them people. He’d even gone to prison the last time when his blood alcohol level was double the legal limit. The judge hoped that six months in prison would be good for him, but it wasn’t two hours after he was released that he was back at Dabby’s Tavern.
I helped him out of the car and made sure he made it to his front door. I wouldn’t put it past him to turn and head back to the tavern if he knew I wasn’t watching. The minute the front door opened, Bonnie started shouting, “It’s about time, and Jesus, Steve, the cops had to bring you home again. What did you hit this time?”
“Nothing, Bonnie, honey. I asked for a ride.” The door closed as I got back into my car.
My phone rang as I pulled out of the driveway, and I sighed when I saw Corrine’s name. “Yes,” I replied dryly to her.
“Can you stop by Dabby’s and pick up dinner. Tommy wanted pulled pork. I already called in the order.”
What probably really happened was Corrine didn’t feel like cooking and asked Tommy if he wanted pulled pork. Whatever, I loved Dabby’s food. “Fine, I’m on my way over there now.”
A few minutes later I parked along the front of the building. The headlights of my SUV hit the back of a silver BMW with South Carolina plates. Not many out-of-towners came in here. I wondered where they were heading.
I scanned the tavern as I entered. All the regulars were here for a Thursday night, and I waved to a few of them as I headed to the bar. Two women sat with their backs to me, the one on the right had long brown hair pulled into a high ponytail. She was leaning close to the other woman, whispering in her ear. Were these ladies my new neighbors?
“Hey, Thad!” Dabby called out. “Your food is almost ready. You want something to drink while you wait?”
The woman with the long brown hair turned to check me out. Her eyes slipped down the front of my uniform and then slowly back up. She leaned back to the other woman and said something while she laughed.
“No, I’m still on duty.” I chose a stool a few seats down from the women and sat down, casting a glance toward the other woman. She was facing her friend and had dark black wavy hair, and that was about all I could tell except that she wore jeans, sneakers, and a sweatshirt.
“I had to put Steve out again. He was bothering the Anderson girls, again.”
“Yeah, I just took him home. Thanks for keeping his keys. He doesn’t need to spend any more time in jail. I’m not sure Bonnie would let him back home, and then what would we do with him?”
We both laughed, and I noticed the dark-haired woman peer around her friend at me. I gave her a friendly smile and a nod.
Dabby lowered his voice, “Your new neighbor, and she’s cute as all get out.”
I skimmed my eyes over the woman facing me again. She was attractive, but not my type. Her makeup alone made her look like she was high maintenance, and if she was the one driving the fancy car outside, then there was no way. I had to wonder what she was doing buying the house next to mine if she could afford that kind of vehicle.
“How much longer for the food?” I asked as my phone rang.
“I’ll go check.” Dabby walked away as I cringed and answered the phone. “Yes, Missy, what can I do for you?”
“Love, there is someone at the station for you.”
“Who is it?” The woman needed to stop calling me love, or honey, or sweet cakes.
“Montel and Agnes are here. They apologized for getting here so late but were wondering if you might be able to help them.”
I sighed, “Sure, let me drop dinner off at home, I was just picking it up. Tell them I will be there in about fifteen minutes.”
Dabby passed by me and held up three fingers, I nodded as Missy asked me to hold on. I heard her answering another phone. She might be a complete flirt, but she was a damned good dispatcher, and I could tell by how quickly she began to talk that something was up.
“Thad, we have a serious accident on the highway. Burns is over at the hospital with a DUI arrest and your relief is not in yet,” Missy declared in her no-nonsense voice.
“Fine, tell Montel and his wife that I will call them later. Where on the highway?”
Missy gave me the mile marker and I hung up. “Dabby, you’re gonna have to hold those or call Corrine and have her come get them. I have an accident I need to respond to.”
I was already moving toward the door as I heard his answer, “No problem, I’ll ask your neighbors to drop it off for you.”
I glanced over my shoulder, and for the first time got a glimpse of the other woman. In that one split second, I lost all sense of time and reason. Her heart-shaped face filled my vision, and I zeroed in on her bright blue eyes. Her lips parted, and I felt like time had moved to slow motion. My God, she is gorgeous, I thought just before I slammed into the wall.
My head bounced off the hard wood panel, and I reached out to steady myself as I heard gasps and laughter behind me. Way to make an impression, Thad, I said to myself. My cheeks felt hot, and I knew that they had to be bright red. I stepped sideways and pushed the door open without looking back. The last thing I wanted to witness was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen laughing at me.
