Never Give Up on Love Box Set

Chapter 2-1

Chapter 2

Thomas

“What…holy s**t! That asshole!”

Thomas was checking his pockets after putting his things into his desk drawer.

“Thomas, is everything okay?” Sergeant Anne Lynch asked him after she heard him swearing furiously. She was already sitting at her desk with coffee so diluted, it was beige. She liked it that way. Thomas thought it was disgusting.

“No! Yes! Forget it,” he concluded, sighing. “A guy stole my wallet.” Fortunately, his badge had been in the other pocket, or it would have been a tragedy. Such a weird guy walking around with a police badge? He shook his head and swore again.

“Oh, s**t! Where? You should report him,” she answered, staring at him with her icy blue eyes, which perfectly matched her platinum blonde hair. She looked like a strange fairy from a northern country, if not for her bad temper, her sailor’s language, and her hands that were as strong as a man’s. Connecting with her hadn’t been easy, but with patience and a lot of work, Thomas could now say they were much more than just colleagues—they were friends.

He didn’t immediately reply, but he shook his head. “I’ll think about it later. For now, I’ll block the credit cards,” he said, trying to control his nerves. He fell into his chair and picked up the telephone like it was his worst enemy.

If he’d known his day would turn out like this, he would have stayed at home.

“But how did he get your wallet?”

The image of Elias hugging and kissing him gave Thomas a strange vibration in his stomach, and he pushed away the memory violently.

“He…asked for some information, and I got out from the car to answer him.”

“I should be used to bad people on the streets, but sometimes it happens.” Anne sighed. “Are you sure you know where to find him?”

Thomas nodded. Even if he wasn’t sure, he had the feeling going to the Black Sheep would be a good idea. And then he had to make sure people didn’t find out that Elias, twenty-three years old, had taken his wallet while kissing him. Fortunately, Anne didn’t ask him how he knew where to find the guy.

After blocking the credit cards, he concentrated again on Anne, and frowned. “No robberies, assaults or something to focus on right now?” he asked harshly.

Stop thinking about that asshole.

The good thing about this crazy day was Thomas had completely forgotten about his morning’s panic attack, and all day long his brain kept quiet, with no images communicating his imminent death. Ten consecutive hours of complete oblivion.

Could kissing a crazy thief with stalking tendencies be the solution to all his problems? He was really up s**t creek.

He was working late, but he still had time to go home, get some rest, and plan how he was going to get back what was his.