Chapter Two
Gavin
“Cheers. To another day doing a job I hate.” I lifted my glass to the universe and then downed half of it. I was sitting on my tiny balcony decompressing from another shitty shift working as an emergency dispatcher. And it was capped off by running into Victor’s fiancé Chad in the elevator when I left for the day. He’d always been intimidating in his police uniform, but now he wore street clothes not unlike The Terminator. Black leather jacket, t-shirt, jeans, and work boots. His scary factor had multiplied by ten.
“Hi Chad. How’s it going?”
Death stare. Snort.
“Oh, great day, huh?”
“I swear Victor didn’t tell him we never really dated.” I sighed. “Whatever. As long as the two of you are happy.” I refilled my glass, then sat back to look at the tourists wandering Mo
