Cadence
is happily ensconced at the police station with Scott and another
officer, Van Driscole. She and Van are going through the photographs
taken on the beach the day Connor Griswald was shot. They hope to
find a picture of the shooter. They are more successful than they
could have hoped, discovering a very good photograph of the shooter
among the many.
Scott
can see that Driscole is already interested in Cadence. It's hard to
be around her and not be attracted. He can't help being a little
jealous of the time that she's spending with another man. However, it
isn't that which prompts him to speak to them about how closely they
are sitting.
Scott
stopped by Driscole's desk before heading to his own. "I've got
a mile of paperwork," he said to Van and Cadence. "You'll
be okay with Van a little longer?"
"Yeah,
we're good. She's helping me."
"It's
fun. I'm fine. We're keeping busy." She leaned on Van's
shoulder, head mere inches from his.
Van
tipped his head, ear brushing her nose. Scott was jealous of the
intimate gesture, but shoved that aside. He cleared his throat and
they looked up at him.
"You
did great today," he complimented. "Van, excellent job,
dude. I wouldn't have gotten through this much so fast."
"Cadence
is a huge help. She's got a quick eye."
"Thank
you," Scott directed at her. "You've been more help than
any witness I've ever had. I appreciate the hard work. If you two can
find me a closer shot of the shooter. . . . I'll figure out
something. I'm outta bribes." He shoved his hands in his
pockets, looking nervous.
What's
with these guys and their confidence? One second, they're oozing it,
the next it's gone with the wind.
Cadence thought.
Scott
leaned over, murmuring. "Might wanna not be quite so close.
People will talk. . . ."
"Jealous?"
Cadence asked with a smirk.
Scott's
face clouded and he looked sad. "Concerned."
Taking
his warning, they moved slightly apart. Cadence took her hands off
Van's shoulder and leaned on the desk instead. Happily ensconced,
they sat at the computer as Driscole slipped the next disk into the
machine. Forensics had made copies of the memory cards, now bagged
and in the evidence room.
Cadence
got up from the desk and padded barefoot over to Scott's, her shoes
once more under Driscole's desk. "I'm getting us sodas. Want
one?"
"Sure.
Whatever you're having."
"We're
working our way down the line. We've had Pepsi, Dr. Pepper and
Mountain Dew. I think orange Fanta is next."
"Sounds
good. Thanks."
She
came back a few minutes, setting the can on his desk. He glanced up,
busy with his form. Flashing a smile, he thanked her. Cadence perched
on the edge of his desk.
"That
was nice, what you said to Van."
"It's
true." He frowned distractedly at his screen as he typed. "And
what I told you is too. You've been a huge help, Cadence."
"Thanks.
And thank you for taking care of me."
"Me?
I haven't done that much."
"More
than you realize. I feel safe with you and Van. Thank you."
His
eyes left the screen, meeting hers. "You're very welcome. I'm
just doing my job."
She
smiled, swallowing hard. "Yeah." A quick smile flickered
across her face, leaving sadness in her eyes. "Well, I need to
get back to work."
His
fingers trapped hers on top of the can for a second. "You
know—if I could—it would be more than that, right?"
The
smile returned, stronger and warmer. "Yeah."
Scott
had so many things he wanted to say and do, but they were in his
place of business. He was in no position to make good on any of the
promises his eyes held. The fact he felt them, expressed them the
only way he could, made a big difference to Cadence. Flashing another
smile, she went back to Driscole's desk.
"There
you are! I'm dying of thirst!" He took a swig of his drink.
Cadence
glanced over her shoulder at Scott and sat back down. "What'd I
miss?"
"Ass
shots," he replied. "Not that any other day I'd appreciate
the hell outta the guy's skill, but we've got work to do."
"He
shoot any buff guys?"
"Not
a one, sorry. Still got two more after this. Maybe the other guy's
gay." He winked at her as she settled on her chair.
Across
the room, Scott tried to concentrate on his report, but it was hard.
All he could think about was how much time Van was spending with
Cadence. It was making him crazy. He had no right to complain, nor
could he act on the impulses that coursed through him. The only thing
that kept him slightly more sane was knowing that Van couldn't act on
his either. He could see his cousin was smitten and he had no one to
blame but himself if one of them got his heart broken.
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2015 Dellani Oakes
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