At the end of his shift, Will trudged through the parking lot, weary and wondering how much he’d have to pay Corey to hold him for a few hours. Nothing s****l, just strong arms around him, a comfortable shoulder to rest his head against, the guy’s clean scent filling Will’s senses and washing away the day. He’d been so sure the attacker was Grantland before checking the schedule that even now he didn’t want to entertain any other suspects. If only he could catch the bastard in the act, and throw him behind bars for good…
Will slowed as he approached his car. The fiery red hood jutted out a few inches farther than the other cars beside it—when Will had parked that morning, he’d been alone in the lot and, with no other cars nearby to judge his distance, he had pulled up too far.
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