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Pine Hills Police #3
Author Self-Published
April 2012
On Sale: April 18, 2012
Featuring: Scott Whelan; Ashley Eagan; Randy Detweiler
ISBN: 001432380X
EAN: 2940014323802
Kindle: B007VFUB0G
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Scott showered, shaved, and put on the robe his sister had sent when he'd been in the hospital. Pulling on his customary sweats still hurt too much to be worth it. Wearing a robe made him feel old as his grandfather, although his grandfather probably wouldn't have gone for the handcuff print. But he didn't want to risk spattering bacon grease on his work clothes,. Or bare skin. Been there, done that. Enough with this pity party. Cook, eat, and face your first real day on the job. He was washing the dishes when someone gave a gentle knock on the door. Who knew he was here? He dried his hands and checked the peephole. A distorted image of a brunette woman appeared. Belting his robe a little tighter, he opened the door. "Yes?" "Hi. I'm Ashley. I live next door. I thought I'd ... um ... welcome you to the building." She extended a platter covered in foil. As he tried to process all the possibilities—she had a bomb under the foil; she was a reporter wanting yet another story; she was scoping out his apartment for a future burglary—he accepted the obvious. She was a neighbor being friendly. He found the wherewithal to attempt the same. The platter was warm to the touch. "I'm Scott." He lifted the foil and discovered the source of the chocolate smells. "These must be what I've been smelling since yesterday." She nodded, keeping her eyes on his, backing away. "I should let you go. I have to get to work." "Wait. There's no way I can eat all these." "Share them. I'm opening a new bake shop, and I'm testing recipes. I already eat too many of them. Thank goodness for the fitness center downstairs, or I'd be a total blimp. I have to go, really." His brain kicked into gear. She was the woman who'd crashed into him yesterday, and the one on the treadmill this morning. "Thanks. I can take them to the station." "Please do." Stepping away, she spoke over her shoulder. "And if they like them, you can tell them my shop, Confections by Ashley, will have a lot more." She paused, as if what he'd said had reached her brain. "The station? Where do you work, if you don't mind my asking?" "At the police station." Her gaze moved from his face downward, then back up. He realized she was looking at his robe. What had she thought? That he was into bondage games?