Brody moved as if in a dream, floating on air, was this Cloud 9? If so, why did he still feel jittery, nervous, and quite possibly like he was going to throw up? Extracting himself from his friends, he left the stifling heat of the bar, dragging in a lung-filling breath of cool night air. Momentarily, Brody closed his eyes, his fingers dipping into the pocket of his jeans, toying with the receipt. A voice nagged at him about the date, how he was going to find the nerve to call up Rafael, but he brushed it aside.
Only to have it instantly replaced with his biggest worry.
What if Officer Garza preferred chicks?
A knot formed in his gut, the high he’d been riding falling a couple of notches. Slightly less chipper, Brody started across the lot, which was as equally packed as On Call, headin
