Chapter 16
“God damn it, Melody!” John Hastings swears and throws his cell phone across their spacious bed. “That makes two families of my people involved in shootings in one day. Society is coming unglued.”
She draws near to his seated position and lays her loving head upon his broad, troubled shoulders. Rolling her face around, she kisses his salty skin and rubs the sculpted muscles of his chest, so glad he is still naked. If she could, she would have him without clothing every single minute when he is home.
Politics.
“Honey, you cannot be everywhere and protect everyone all the time. I take it everyone is alright?” She states, continuing her adoring touches, trying to comfort him.
“Yeah, but Heaven only knows what would have happened to Karen if Tracy had not shot her assailant tod
