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The best part about having memorised the sound of your partners footsteps was not just the early warning of their arrival, but the early warning to pay attention and enjoy the view.
Sharon’s call-out had been an early one, but Andrea had caught a glimpse of the dark trench coat she had slipped into before she had left their bedroom hours before.
Smiling widely, Andrea made just enough room as Sharon slid into the booth beside her, personal space being largely ignored as she sat, half on the seat and half on Andrea, all long legs and glorious body heat, promptly claiming Andrea’s mouth in a kiss that was all “hello, finally” and just about appropriate for their still very public setting.
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“I’m a professional police officer. With over twenty-five years of service. I’m a captain.”
“You are both of those things.”
“The fucking bitch pulled rank on me, Andrea!” Hands and wine glass slammed down onto the table in front of them. “After! Commander Taylor and the MCU team sent me to the wrong hospital so they could begin investigating before we arrived and to allow the Sgt Gabriels’ blood alcohol reading to reduce! She had the nerve to pull rank and lecture me about working as a team and protecting the LAPD. Acting as though I was the unprofessional one!”
Making every effort to keep her expression neutral and supportive, rather than amused and aroused, Andrea nodded. “I have heard that the MCU and Chief Johnson are pretty much free to do what they please. I have never worked with them. I can’t imagine Chief Johnson reacted well to anyone telling her what to do.”
“She thinks I’m just going to roll over and let her walk over me. Chief or not, that’s not happening.”