The Detective's Trust (Brothers in Blue #1)
SIX BROTHERS
EACH HOLDING A DIFFERENT BADGE OF THE LAW
EACH SWORN TO SERVE AND PROTECT
prom-ise: assure someone that one will definitely do, give, or arrange something; undertake or declare that something will happen.
NYPD Officer Ryker Cunningham comes from a family of men committed to upholding every letter of the law. But when he crosses paths with MaryAnn Glover, a troubled woman who not only tempts his heart but also his self-control, his need to protect her overrides everything he’s ever believed in. With a promise to keep her safe at any cost, Ryker shows MaryAnn what it means to live without fear…and love without regret.
EACH HOLDING A DIFFERENT BADGE OF THE LAW
EACH SWORN TO SERVE AND PROTECT
prom-ise: assure someone that one will definitely do, give, or arrange something; undertake or declare that something will happen.
NYPD Officer Ryker Cunningham comes from a family of men committed to upholding every letter of the law. But when he crosses paths with MaryAnn Glover, a troubled woman who not only tempts his heart but also his self-control, his need to protect her overrides everything he’s ever believed in. With a promise to keep her safe at any cost, Ryker shows MaryAnn what it means to live without fear…and love without regret.
Excerpt
#1
We’d
only been on the road for half an hour but you could cut the tension
with a knife. To think when I woke up this morning, I was completely
high on this man, but right now I wanted to choke the shit out of
him.
I
learned pretty quickly that Reid Cunningham was not a morning person.
He needed at least two cups of coffee before he should be allowed to
interact with humans.
Plus,
I was pretty sure he was still pissed about what I was wearing. He’d
asked me twice to change before we left the hotel, but I’d refused
and that didn’t help his extreme level of grouchiness whatsoever.
But I could care less how he felt about my attire. If the only words
he was going to utter to me were demands then he could go straight to
hell.
I
didn’t see what the big deal was. It was just a romper. When I left
Florida for California, I’d packed light—sundresses and rompers.
Cute and comfy. That was my style. I’d brought along a denim jacket
to ward off any chill but it wasn’t necessary. Just being in the
same car with him made me hot.
And
not in a good way.
I
wasn’t sure which part he hated the most. The ruffled eyelet hem
that grazed my upper thighs or the top half, which was low-cut with
spaghetti straps. My breasts were small enough I didn’t have to
wear a bra. The anger in his eyes only intensified when his eyes
drifted to either. Sure, it showed a lot of skin, but I wanted him to
look.
I
wanted him to eat his stubborn heart out.
I
wanted him to regret the way he treated me this morning when we woke
up. He’d given me the cold shoulder, only giving me short, one-word
answers, and even though I’d asked twice more, he still wouldn’t
tell me why the hell we were driving all the way to Texas.
“Are
you going to be like this all day?”
“Like
what?” he grumbled.
“Like
you’re pissed at the world.”
He
muttered under his breath before pulling over on the side of the road
and getting out of the car. I watched him pace back and forth before
I unbuckled my seatbelt and opened the door.
I’d
barely made it out when he snapped. “Get back in the car.”
Slamming
the door, I walked toward him. “No, I want to know what your
problem is.”
“Nothing.
Get your ass back in the car. Now.”
“Stop
barking orders at me. I’m not a fucking dog.”
He
stopped pacing and fixed his eyes on me. “I do not treat you like a
dog.”
“Yes,
you do. You ordered me to change clothes. You won’t tell me why
we’re going to Texas. You just expect me to do whatever the hell
you say. And you won’t talk to me about last night.”
“There’s
nothing to talk about.”
“We
spent the night together.”
“So.”
“So?”
He
exhaled a long, frustrated sigh, dragging the palm of his hand
through his hair. “I
told you before, the only thing I can offer you is protection.”
“Oh
God, don’t tell me you’re one of those
guys.”
“Meaning?”
“The
asshole who acts like an asshole because he thinks he’s not worthy
enough, has too many demons to battle, and feels the need to fight
them alone.”
“You
hit the nail on the head, baby. I’m exactly that guy. And I’m
going to lay it all out for you, I’m not the guy for you.”
“But
you want me.”
He
narrowed his eyes. “Listen,
I’m not trying to be a dick.”
“Too
late for that,” I tossed out, folding my arms across my chest.
“Fine,
then I’m a dick, but at least I’m an honest dick.”
“You’re
not being honest. You want me; you’re just too chickenshit to admit
it.”
“Get
in the damn car,” he said, stalking toward it. “I’m tired of
arguing with you on the side of the damn road.”
“God,
why do you have to be such an asshole?”
“Why
do you have to be so goddamn beautiful?”
He
didn’t mean to say it. I could tell by the shocked expression that
slipped over his face, but he’d admitted it all the same.
I
blinked. “You think I’m beautiful?”
He
shook his head, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
“You’re such a brat, you know that?”
I
smiled. “But a beautiful brat?”
“Get
your beautiful, bratty ass in the car. Please.”
“Holy
cheese, he said please!’”
Once
inside, he blew out a heavy breath and fixed his eyes on mine. “I
do want you. More than I’ve ever wanted anyone, but I would only
hurt you, Cass. I—I can’t be what you need.”
“You
don’t know what I need.”
“Trust
me, I
know.”
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