pull away, but I didn’t let her get far.
“Bailey is a little prick. Woe is me is his entire attitude.” She rolled her eyes. “His parents made him when they were still in high school. They married young. Dad went into the military, and the mother went with him. Then he was deployed, and she moved back home. When he came back, he joined the KPD. His father is actually someone you know.”
“Who?” I barked.
“Patman,” Ares answered.
I immediately scrunched up my nose in disgust.
Patman was the police academy instructor and an all-around asshole of a guy.
No wonder Bailey was such a douche.
“I fucking hated him,” I admitted.
“Like father like son,” Ares murmured. “Needless to say, if he ever left I wouldn’t be too cut up about it.”
There were snickers from the men with me.
“I gotta go back to work,” I said, finally dropping my arm from Ares’ shoulder.
She moved almost reluctantly, looking at me with a frowning expression on her face.
As if she was upset I’d dropped my arm, too.
“I’ll catch y’all outside,” I said to Booth.
Easily catching the hint, the guys left, leaving me alone in the hallway with Ares.
At least for a few seconds before Toomey came storming out, looking like I’d just ran over his puppy.
Seconds after that, he stormed into Bailey’s office, looking at the kids involved with the entire ordeal today as if he wanted to castrate them. As if they’d ruined his day inadvertently.
Bailey, on the other hand, didn’t take his eyes off of where I was standing close with Ares.
“You know,” Ares said softly. “He’s going to remember this. And he’s going to make it a point to check into this. He’s never really liked me.” She sighed. “And then he’ll fire me. Or find a way to get me fired.”
I looked down at her with a grin. “Then we’ll just have to make it look real, won’t we?”
Her brows rose. “And how do we do that?”
I pulled her in close, once again pushing my body into hers.
Her eyes flicked to Bailey who was still staring, then back to me.
“I don’t fake relationships,” she said tiredly.
I winked at her. “Who said anything about it being fake?”
Chapter 6
If you can read this. My invisibility cloak isn’t working.
-T-shirt
Ares
Unknown number: come by the station. We have some things to discuss with a few other people. Still NOT wanting fake.
The last thing that I wanted to do was go by the police station on the way home. To say that the day was slow after the boys had left would be an understatement. It was so slow that I started counting the ceiling tiles.
Shortly after two that afternoon, Hayes had texted me to tell me to meet him at the station once I was done at the school. He wanted to talk to me and a few other people.
At least, I assumed it was Hayes.
A few other people, I assumed, included Toomey seeing as he’d barreled out of the school like his ass was on fire earlier, and didn’t give a shit that he was supposed to be helping with the school traffic.
Sadly, with Toomey being there, word would eventually get back to Principal Bailey, and then I’d be fired.
I might as well look for a new job now.
Which would suck because then I’d have to move. And I loved living in my hometown.
I had a nice place—though it could use some more security according to my father—and it was close to the mall, a grocery store, and the school that I worked at.
I was so lost in my thoughts that I wasn’t paying attention to what I was doing or who I was parking next to as I got out of my car. Though, I did notice a certain someone by the front of the police station, arms crossed, waiting.
When a man came from behind me and wrapped his arms so securely around me that I couldn’t move, I screamed. When I went to headbutt the person in the face that had his arms around me, his dark chuckle and glee was apparent in the way that he laughed as I missed my target.
Every officer within screaming distance whipped their heads around to ascertain what had set me off.
But before they could even take a step