CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
“Hey, Kat. Wait up.”
Damn it! Twenty feet away from avoiding the obnoxious asshole!
She’d thought she could slip away without being hit on for the eighth or ninth time in four days, but apparently, she wasn’t that lucky. If she could get rid of him now, she wouldn’t have to see him again until Tuesday. The Friday training ended at twelve-thirty today, so the officers with long commutes heading home for the Fourth of July weekend could beat rush hour traffic.
Pasting a not-too-friendly smile, she pivoted around to face Officer Rob DaSilva of the Eugene Police Department as he stopped in front of her. He was just under six feet tall and good-looking, but he thought he was God’s gift to women and was sexist. The worst part was the man couldn’t seem to take “No, thank y
