the department felt the heat. And criticizing a higher-ranking officer was just not done. Stone shook his head. “Bad news. What do you want to do?”
Tim grunted. “He likes his locker so damn much, let’s move it where he can see it easier. Like outside.”
A juvenile glee zipped through Stone. There might be only about seven people working in the department, but they were tight. Newbies needed to learn when they went off course, and the right practical joke put them in their place and made the point crystal clear. “Let’s do it. He’s on night shift, right?”
“Yep.”
“Good. We’ll put it by his car. Upside down, of course.”
“Of course.”
They both chuckled. “I’ll stop back. Heading to the gym. See ya.”
“Later, dude.”
His hand had just pushed open the door when the sound of Dunn shouting and cursing hit his ears. Guess he had opened up his bottle early to a total explosion. Grinning, Stone walked faster. Yeah, the classic jokes were the best.
He was in a good mood the whole way to the gym. Changing into his shorts and tank, Stone headed toward the weight room and started with the bench press. When his shoulders revolted a bit as he pushed up, he was reminded of the hellish Salutation to the Whatever routine Arilyn was always putting him through. Unbelievable. Who would’ve thought yoga could be such a workout? He made a note to see when the next Pilates class was. Time to stretch out so he could stop embarrassing himself in front of her. She seemed wickedly satisfied every time she caught him trying to hide a wince.
Stone settled into reps, working each core muscle until it ached. He’d learned when he was a skinny, too-tall delinquent that knowing how to fight and defend himself was key to survival. From both the streets and his father. He’d kept up a strict routine of lifting and running, so he’d always be able to either flee first or do damage to his opponents. When he’d met Ellen, that part of his past fascinated her in a dark, shocking way. She used to shiver and tell him a bit of violence was sexy.
Yeah, real sexy. Sure, the testosterone was a rush, but waking up in a blur of pain and blood just wasn’t that hot. Even if you were the one putting the other guy there.
Stone gritted his teeth and began on squats. If he was honest with himself, he’d admit Ellen’s background was also a turn-on. She was so different from him, all classic elegance begging to be messed up, and boasted an easy childhood with no ghosts. Since she worked as an executive assistant to a banker, she wore conservative suits and high heels and perfect makeup. She was gorgeous and confident. Attracted to her flirtatious manner and fun sense of humor, he’d dived headlong into an affair, and on impulse, he asked her to marry him. Surprisingly, she said yes. Had they even exchanged deep “I love yous”? Talked about the future and children? No. They’d both figured everything would work out, because neither of them was a planner or too interested in analyzing tomorrow. In a way, they were too alike ever to make it.
Maybe that’s why they ended up married and engaged so fast. The first hit of something new and fresh probably turned them both on. Of course, after the fun ended and his work ate him up and spit him back out, she wasn’t as turned on by that side of him.
His work schedule blasted them back to reality. Hard reality. Endless shifts, sleepless nights, and little entertainment caused a tear. Soon they were fighting, insulting, taking potshots that left shallow cuts and little time to heal. She wanted to travel and be fabulous. He wanted to slay the demons and catch the bad guys. Suddenly, it wasn’t so much fun anymore, and Stone finally figured out he wasn’t a man worth fighting for.
The incident confirmed the end. After he shot his gun and got dragged into an investigation that put the spotlight on him, she distanced herself. All the intense energy he exuded that used to intrigue her became distasteful. Like turning over a big, smooth rock and spotting a bunch of slugs beneath. They’d been on the literal rocks before the incident, but afterward? There was nothing left to save. Her affair only confirmed how far they’d sunk.
It hardly stung anymore. Stone wondered how long their marriage would have lasted if he hadn’t walked