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- Herausgeber: Ylva Publishing
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
Kim is a woman on a mission: She wants to propose to her partner, Jess, on Valentine's Day. But things don't turn out as planned, because Jess has a plan of her own…
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Table of Contents
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Author’s Note
Two Hearts—One Mind
About RJ Nolan
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Author’s Note
This short story, “Two Hearts—One Mind,” takes place after the events in my novel L.A. Metro but before the events in the second book in the series, In a Heartbeat.
“Two Hearts—One Mind” was previously published in the anthology Connected Hearts. Four Lesbian Romance Stories in 2013.
Two Hearts—One Mind
RJ Nolan
“Hey, McKenna.”
Sam’s fingers froze on her uniform shirt buttons. She stepped to the end of the row of lockers and peered toward the door.
Kowalski, a fellow officer, stood with the locker room door propped open with his foot. He motioned Sam over.
Buttoning her shirt as she went, Sam made her way to the door. “What’s up? I already signed out.”
Kowalski smirked. “You’re a sly dog, McKenna. You better hope Christy never finds out.”
Sam scowled. Just the mention of her girlfriend was enough to sour Sam’s good mood. She waved Kowalski out into the hallway and followed him. “What the hell are you talking about?”
A smile that could only be termed lecherous covered Kowalski’s face. “There’s a smoking-hot blonde asking for you at the front desk.”
Sam wasn’t expecting any visitors. “What does she look like?”
“She’s got a killer body.” He brought his hands up and mimed the woman’s breast size. “Hot damn.”
Sam smacked him on the back of the head. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Kill joy,” Kowalski muttered. “Fine. About five-nine. Shoulder-length curly blond hair. Blue eyes.” He waggled his eyebrows. “And like I said, she’s smoking-hot.”
She knew one woman who fit that description perfectly. Kim. “Did you leave her in the lobby?”
“Yeah. I—”
Sam waved him off. “Thanks.” She headed for the front desk at a fast walk. What’s Kim doing here in the middle of the week? Fear shot through Sam. Has something happened to Jess? Even as the thought crossed her mind, Sam discounted it. There was no way Kim would be anywhere but at Jess’s side if that were the case.
She shoved open the door to the lobby and scanned the packed room. Every chair was filled, and people were lined up in front of the main desk. Kim was sitting in a chair against the far wall. A poster on domestic violence hung on the wall above her head. The woman sitting to Kim’s right was leaning way too far into Kim’s personal space for Sam’s comfort.
Sam quickened her pace. “Hey, Kim,” she said as soon as she got close enough to be heard.
The woman next to Kim jerked back. Her gaze bounced between Sam and Kim.
Crossing her arms over her chest, Sam gave the woman a stern look.
With one last glance at Kim, the woman got up and scurried away.
Sam tried not to smile at the relieved look on Kim’s face. While Kim dealt with more than her fair share of strange characters as a psychiatrist working in L.A. Metro’s ER, she looked uneasy and out of place in the police station.
“Sam,” Kim said. She smiled as she rose from her chair.
“Everything okay?” Sam gave Kim’s hand a quick squeeze.
Kim hesitated, then nodded. “Um ... sorry to just show up like this without talking to you first. I tried to call you last night, but your phone went straight to voice mail. I tried again this morning but just got your voice mail again.”
“Sorry about that. My phone got broken last night at volleyball practice. I haven’t had a chance to replace it.”
“Oh. Okay.” Kim shifted in place and stuck her hands in her jean pockets. “I planned on coming down regardless.” Her gaze dropped to the floor. “I hope you don’t mind.”
Sam peered at her. What’s going on? Something was off. It wasn’t like Kim to sound so unsure of herself. She knows how much I care about her. I’m always happy to see her whether my sister can come with her or not.
