Chapter 6
“Darren!”
“What?” Darren yelled. It was Saturday evening, two and a half months into his training, and the first full weekend off he’d had yet. There’d always been something to turn the week into five-and-a-half days or even the full six: lessons running over, practical sessions having to be done on weekends, administration and IT stuff the force didn’t want to take a proper weekday up with, teambuilding exercises…
And now Rachel was calling. This had better be good.
“You!” She wandered in, wearing tight-fitting jeans and a towel on her head. Darren eyed her bare chest.
“Do you have any sense of propriety?”
“No,” she said and flicked the wet towel at him. “Why bother? It’s not like you’re interested.”
“Girls,” Darren said flatly, “should have boobs. Those aren’t boobs.”
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