Zach sat in his den without bothering to turn a light on and glared at the hand holding his empty beer bottle. One before bed - that was his rule. In law enforcement, you were never completely off duty, so getting blind drunk, which otherwise sounded like a dandy idea, wasn't an option.
He was such an ass.
He'd been a total prick to Laney, who didn't deserve it. She had done nothing wrong, nothing other than tempt Zach beyond all reason. It wasn't her fault he had too much on his plate right now to get involved with anyone. Come to think of it, Laney deserved someone far better than him. On top of all that, Marla had informed him that Laney's stalker was escalating. He'd gotten a detailed report about the paintballing of one 506 Culpepper Lane.
Hell. He owed her an apology. Big time.
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