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- Herausgeber: Ylva Publishing
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
Distance can't cool the heat between a detective and a doctor in this sizzling Cops and Docs short story. No-nonsense homicide detective Kelli McCabe and respected doctor Nora Whitmore's life together is far from settled or boring. Even though work has separated them by more than a thousand miles, the heat they share hasn't been dampened one bit. They've just found a way to work around the distance.
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Table of Contents
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Erasing the Lines
About KD Williamson
Other Books from Ylva Publishing
Blurred Lines
Crossing the Lines
Between the Lines
Drawing the Line
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Other Books by KD Williamson
Pink
Cops and Docs
Blurred Lines
Crossing Lines
Between the Lines
Drawing the Lines
Dedication
As always, to my wife, Michelle.
Acknowledgments
As requested, here’s a little bit more of Kelli and Nora.
Erasing the Lines
A Kelli and Nora short story
Detective Kelli McCabe leaned to the side to get a better look at the line of people in front of them. She didn’t bother glancing behind her. Those dumbasses didn’t matter. “Fuck, I think we’ve moved less than a centimeter.”
Gerald Travis shrugged. “Mmm, well, I told you we should’ve called ahead. We don’t usually come here around this time.”
The Dirty Cat, one of the best food trucks in Seattle, had gotten even more popular over the past year and a half. It seemed as if everyone wanted their tacos. “You do know that wouldn’t have made much of a difference?” Kelli glared at her partner and waited for him to say something else stupid or smartassy.
“Bullshit. He knows us. We coulda walked straight up to the window and picked it up.” Travis crossed his arms. “We might have to Taco Bell it. We don’t have a lot of time.”
“Oh, hell no. Definitely not.” Kelli pulled on the lanyard around her neck to make sure her detective shield was visible and adjusted her jacket accordingly. She grabbed Travis’s arm and pushed her way through the line. “C’mon.”
“What are you doing?”
“Using your idea. We’re moving up.”
People around them grumbled, but she held up her shield, hoping to keep shitty attitudes under wraps. It worked.
“Just like a damn cop abusing their power,” someone called out.
Well, her plan almost worked. At least it got them past the middle part of the line. Kelli bit the inside of her cheek to keep from responding.
Travis sighed and ran a hand over his bald head. It was pretty much a new look for him, and it went well with his baby smooth face. No matter what he thought, Travis didn't look like a younger version of Kojak. If Travis’s skin had been a lighter brown, then maybe.
“Don’t they have crimes to stop or something?” the man behind them yelled.
Exactly. They did have crimes to solve, so he could just fuck right off and cut them a little slack.
“This is your tax money at work, everybody!”
People in front of them glanced at them.
“Goddammit, McCabe. You’re about to start a riot over tacos,” Travis muttered, a grin curling his lips.
She smiled back at him. “Probably.”
Someone tapped Kelli on the back. She turned around, meeting one of the disgruntled people face-to-face. He should have chosen Travis. Sunshine usually came out of his ass, and Kelli sure as hell wasn’t in the mood.
The man’s eyes widened. “Uhhh.”
The grumbles from behind him grew louder. The man took a step closer as if he drew energy from the crowd. “You cut in front of me.”
“Yeah, I did.” Kelli was very matter of fact.
“Well, you can’t just ignore me.”
