Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 71090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Which was very awkward since I was currently sitting in my underwear.
“Does it hurt?” She asked.
Yes, my dick hurt. It was throbbing with need.
Moving quickly, I covered my crotch up with my pants and started rambling.
“It did hurt. Now, not so much unless I start having phantom pains,” I said, quickly, to cover up the thoughts in my head.
“Alright, boy. Let’s get this on.”
***
An hour later had us walking into the police station, Blake slightly in front of me as we moved.
“Does it feel like you have kinetic energy stored in your foot?” She whispered loudly.
I barely contained the urge to snort at her question.
She was funny and I found that I didn’t mind having her around as much as I thought I would.
She didn’t bother me like my brothers. Or my parents. Or my friends.
I knew they were only concerned for me, but I was okay. I wasn’t going to go into a deep depression, and I wasn’t going to go off and flip a switch because I was missing a part of my body.
Sure, I was pissed, don’t get me wrong, but I wasn’t stupid.
I wasn’t happy, per se, but I also wasn’t bitter.
Mostly.
And Blake treated me like I was normal. She didn’t react anything like I thought she would.
In fact, she acted like it wasn’t even that big of a deal. She didn’t flinch at the sight of my stump. She didn’t look at me with pity. In fact, I was just Foster to her, and I liked that.
A lot.
“It feels weird. I’ll have to go on a run later to try it out,” I told her. “You wanna go?”
She looked over her shoulder at me, frowning.
“I don’t think I could keep up with you. I run, but it’s slower than molasses,” she hedged.
I winked. “Don’t worry. This might be one of those days that I run like that, too.”
She pursed her lips, and nodded her head. “Okay. After we’re done here and go check out my tainted house, then we can go.”
I winced at how she said ‘tainted.’
As if it was dirty.
Which I guess it was. At least to her.
“Where are you taking me?” She asked.
I nodded in the direction of the bullpen. “Detective Bower’s desk is through there.”
She nodded.
“Okay,” she said. “You lead the way.” She grinned. “I just want to stare at your ass.”
I winked at her and said, “It’s a good ass. You’ll never be able to look at another one the same way again.”
As I said it, I drew the attention of a female officer at the water fountain as we moved.
She looked startled that I’d teased Blake.
Obviously, I was being somewhat surly lately. Something that probably wouldn’t change anytime soon. Not unless Blake was around to pull out the nice in me, anyway.
I tossed a glare at the young officer as I passed, causing her to look down at her cup she’d been filling.
I hid the grin and continued to Bower’s desk, stopping just to the right of the desk so Blake could take the only seat.
She’d stopped just to my right shoulder, hiding slightly behind me.
“What’s up, Spurlock?” Bowers asked.
I reached for Blake’s hand, and she moved her hands away so I couldn’t grab them.
Instead, my hands met her belly, fingers brushing the soft skin of her abdomen.
Grabbing what I could, which happened to be the waistband of her pants, I pulled her until she moved reluctantly to my side.
I gave her a quick glance, and she was looking at anything other than the woman in front of her.
“How are you doing, Blake?” Detective Bowers asked, standing quickly.
Detective Bowers was a 10 year veteran on the force, and had just recently married another officer on the force.
She was okay, I guess, but she wasn’t particularly my favorite person, either.
Which was also the case with Blake.
“Uhhh,” Blake said dumbly. “Hi, Janet. How’s it going?”
She smiled. “I’m really good, thank you for asking. How’s life been?”
So Blake knew Janet. Interesting.
I made a mental note to ask her what the deal was when we got out of there.
“Oh, it’s been going. You told us to come down here to file a report on my house?” Blake asked with a raised brow.
“Ohh! Yes!” Bowers said, sitting down. “I’m sorry, it’s just been so long since I’ve seen you. I forget that you’re here officially. Gosh, how long has it been?”
Blake ground her teeth.
I could hear it so well, in fact, that I had a feeling Bowers could hear it, too.
Moving my hand up to come to a rest on her hip, I gave her a reassuring squeeze, causing her to look at me quickly.
Her eyes were filled with annoyance and sadness, a double whammy of feelings that made me really feel for her.
Fucking David. He really knew how to fuck shit up.
He really had no clue what he was missing out on.
Oh, well. His loss was my gain, I supposed.
“Alright,” Bowers said, pulling out some pictures. “Here is what we found when we went over there. There was some blood splatter near your bird cage. We took a sample of that, and we’re going to have the crime techs analyze it. Hopefully there’ll be a match when we run it through the system. The rest of the house was just tossed. Nothing broken, per se, but it’s all out of place from what I could tell. The only other thing that I really saw that was bad, was the fact that they broke your door jam. David was sure to put up a board to cover your front door, though.”
Blake tensed at the mention of David’s name, but muttered, “Thank you,” anyway.
“Am I allowed to stay there?” She asked softly.
Bowers nodded. “Of course,” she said, standing up. “I’ll just need you to sign this report detailing what I’ve told you, and warn you about the fact that, since this is the second incidence, there could be more to the story. Which was why I was given the case instead of just reporting it like what happened last time. Your uncle is aware of what happened as well.”