CHAPTER ELEVENMARCUS
DAY SEVEN
Marcus hung up the phone. He was annoyed. He had planned on returning to Taylor and spending the night. But, a couple of guys had called in sick and now he was stuck at the station. He hated to hear the disappointment in her voice when he told her, but he had no choice. He jammed the phone into his pocket and walked into Joe’s office.
Joe looked up. “All done?”
“Yeah, I’m covering. I just called Taylor.”
“Sorry about that. I know this is the worst timing, especially for you two.”
“It is. But I’ll see her tomorrow at the game.”
Joe smiled. “That’s good to hear. How’s it going with everything?”
Marcus grabbed a bottle of water out of Joe’s minifridge and took a drink. Sitting on the sofa, he sighed. “Better than it was. But we’re not there yet.”
“It ta
