8
MEGAN
I pulled into my garage after work. After my lunch with the girls, there had been a hit-and-run on the highway that ended with two locals in the hospital. That was the downside of law enforcement in a small town. You knew everyone, which meant every tragedy hurt. There was no separation.
Usually, after a shift like this, I wanted a cold beer, a shower, and mindless reality TV. But over the past five days–I’d definitely been keeping count–Hayes had shown up and f****d every thought from my head. I’d even let him be in control because he was able to make me forget everything and only feel.
Boy, did I feel. Hayes was a talented lover. Skilled. Inventive. Completely uninhibited and somehow picked up on every possible thing that made me hot. Dirty talk. Butt stuff. Restraints. I had
