The station was thankfully quiet. During the week, it wasn’t uncommon for there to be only two officers on desk detail. He wasn’t sure if he had the patience to deal with the rookie all night by himself.
Michael pulled at his over-starched shirt collar that felt unusually tight. Damn thing was irritating the hell out of him—or maybe it was his nerves driving him crazy. How could Angel not show up? Would he request to change partners? Should Michael put in a request to save Angel the trouble? Even as his mind traveled up and down the sides of each question, the pervading word that echoed behind each question was why? Why did he have to kiss Angel? He should have held back, even though Angel seemed to want it. He shouldn’t have given in. The other startling thing that pushed Michael to once
