Matzoh and Mistletoe
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She laughed at his not-far-off-the-mark assumption, but it sounded rusty in her ears. He cut her off with a shake of his head. Because the last time we rode together, you seemed uncomfortable with me? He shook his head. His words made her flash hot all over. They walked together to the large meeting room where all the volunteers met. Every Christmas Day and Easter Sunday her synagogue and others in the local Jewish community asked for volunteers to help out at the police station and the hospital, so non-essential personnel could spend the day with their families.
It was a mitzvah, a good deed, and her family volunteered every year on those two holidays. The room was full.
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She assumed Jeremy would sit with the other officers up front and started toward her friend Hannah, but she was jolted when Jeremy hooked a finger in her belt loop and drew her backward. Some volunteers would make copies, keep the coffee pots going, fill out forms and be all-around gofers. Others would ride along with an officer, keeping them company on what was usually a very long day. She turned her head and looked up at him. He was taller than her by at least eight inches, about six-two to her five-six. He made a goofy ah, hell, did I say that out loud face and she had to hold back a snort of laughter, but it died in her throat when his knuckles brushed against her skin in the small gap between where her sweater ended and her jeans began.
Even so, the touch had to have been an accident. And once again, we really appreciate the help from your community. The words were again muttered under his breath, but she heard them and they set her heart thumping. He probably has plans.
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She shivered and looked up at him, faltering. Tight jaw, one hand scrubbing the back of his neck, no sign of his usual light-hearted smile. They headed out to his squad car in tense silence, her stomach a giant knot. The front desk area was quiet and so were the hallways leading to the garage. Most Christmases were like this, but one year had been bad.
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She tried not to think about it much. At the car, she watched as he did a quick check of his gear. Her fingers itched to touch the glossy black hair that was cropped close to his head in the style she noticed most cops wore. The small dimple in his cheek helped soften his square jaw. She never had to see him again. Jeremy went around to the back of the cruiser and opened the trunk.
She reached into her big purse and pulled out two small stuffed toys. One was a bear wearing a fancy dress.
The other one wore a pair of blue jean overalls. She laughed for the second time in twenty minutes.
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That was a record, at least recently. She looked up at him. He carried stuffed toys in his car, as did most of the other officers, for the youngest victims they encountered. She brought him two new ones every time she rode with him. He leaned to place them in the trunk and her eyes landed on his rear end. She bit back a moan at the way his uniform pants hugged his incredibly fit body, then jolted when the lid closed with a sharp thunk. She lifted her gaze and flinched at his raised eyebrow. Caught ogling his ass. She tried a smile but it felt forced.
She was a beautiful woman, with long brown curls and brown eyes, both the color of milk chocolate. He imagined so, and the thought tormented him, as did her incredible body. And, to him, far too thin. As they pulled out onto the street, his radio was silent. Christmas Day was either a fucking zoo or a ghost town. He was selfishly hoping for the latter so he could spend more time talking with Becca. He only got to see her a few hours twice a year. The minute the thought crossed his mind, he swore silently.
Shit, after the torture he went through the last time, sitting in his car, surrounded by the scent that was uniquely Becca, he should never have told Mallory he wanted her as his ride-along tonight. And that shift on Easter had nearly killed him just with the nearness of her. Every time they did this, it cost him.
He spent an inordinate amount of time imagining Becca Rickman naked, bound and on her knees.
And he measured every other woman he met up to her. Why the hell had he set himself up for this again?
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Now shut up and focus. He reached out to wake his computer screen, then frowned and slid a glance her way. Was it his imagination, or did she just flinch? She shifted in her seat and turned to him, derailing his thought. Did you take that vacation you were talking about?
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You were going to the Outer Banks this past summer, right? I mean, I love my job, you know that. But a week fishing, sitting on the beach, hiking? Did you go anywhere for vacation? His dominant personality reared its safe, sane and consensual-minded head, telling him to give her a chance to safe word out of this assignment.
Something was up, or else his people-reading skills needed some serious fucking help. I want to be here. Trust me on this, kitten.
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She nodded, and he thanked God for that, too. Not until he knew what the hell the bastard wanted. I want to talk to you.
He was taller than Sam, heavier, and thanks to his job it was all muscle. He opened his mouth to answer, but his kitten beat him to the punch. What would your parents think? This means you get no say in what I do. Second, you know what? Now, what do you want? Jeremy and I are busy. Jeremy hid his grin. His kitten had claws, and he liked it, a lot. She could take what he had to say, and they were going to work through this. That cop you ride with on your mitzvah? A harsh sound came from Becca.
Training and ten years on the line kicked in and he moved, spinning Sam and wrenching his arm back behind him as he pressed him up against the wall, face first. He patted Sam down as quickly as possible, found nothing of concern, then released him. Sam turned on him, his eyes spitting hate. Jeremy laughed, but there was no humor in it. For all I know, you were reaching for a weapon. I was protecting Becca. Something you know nothing about. She made a distressed noise but stepped in between them. Sam huffed and reached into his jacket again, this time pulling out an envelope and shaking it at her.
Why is that so hard to understand? Becca threw up her hands, disgust written all over her face. If there was any hope of them having a future, she needed to do this herself. In the bedroom, they were his, with her consent. This was the difference he needed her to see, to understand.
I also loved the whole "Good Jewish Girl" syndrome she suffered from as a result of being told she had to behave a certain way by both her mom and ex-husband. His anger went from zero to fifty in point two seconds. Third person narrative, his and her POV. November 21, Purchasing Info: Because Becca and Jeremy have known each other for five years but done nothing about their attraction to one another because Becca was married their relationship doesn't feel as rushed as it might have in a book this short otherwise. No matter your fantasies, this collection of four shorts will add spice and sizzle to cold winter nights.