Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
WINSLOW
Acry lodged in my throat as I jolted awake. Sweat beaded at my temples.
I squeezed my eyes shut, dragging in a breath to calm my racing heart, using every fragment of mental fortitude to shove the nightmare from my mind.
My parents used to say, “It’s just a bad dream, Winnie.”
This wasn’t a dream.
The blood, the mutilation, was real. The lifeless eyes. The scream, my own, that still rang in my ears five years later.
Would these nightmares ever stop? They’d been worse since moving here. They’d haunted me almost every night.
Beside me, Griffin shifted. The sheet he’d pulled over us after the last tumble dipped lower, revealing the sculpted contours of his muscled back. The broad shoulders. The dimples just above his ass.
I slipped out from beneath the cotton and stood from the mattress, still on the floor. On tiptoes, I padded out of the room, easing the door closed behind me.
My clothes from work were strewn alongside Griffin’s in the living room.
I snagged his T-shirt, pressing it to my nose.
It smelled of laundry soap and the masculine, natural spice of the man who’d made me see stars last night.
I breathed it in again, drawing comfort from the scent, before pulling it over my head.
The shirt hit me on my upper thighs and skimmed below my bottom, but at least I was covered in case one of my neighbors was awake too.
A favorite part of this house was the living room’s bay window.
A narrow bench seat was built beside the glass, not wide enough for lounging, but enough to sit and stare into the night.
There was comfort in the tranquility of this street.
Peace in the silence of sleepy homes and glowing porch lights.
The nightmare tapped at my temple, begging for attention.
I pushed it away and studied Griffin’s truck instead, tracing the Eden ranch brand on the passenger door with my gaze.
Then I closed my eyes and pictured him on my couch.
Naked. His washboard abs bunched. His hips thrusting. His cock like velvet and steel.
Focusing on sex probably wasn’t the right way to cope with my past, but for tonight, I didn’t care about right. I just wanted the nightmare gone. So I imagined Griffin’s face as he came, the clench of his stubbled jaw and the bulge of his biceps as his body shook through its release.
We’d fucked hard on the couch. Afterward, I’d expected him to leave, but he’d carried me to my bedroom, and if I’d thought the sex had been good before, with a little space to move, he’d shown me the power of that large body.
Orgasm after orgasm, I’d practically blacked out after the last round.
A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth.
Sleeping with him was undoubtedly a stupid decision. An addicting, toe-curling, stupid decision. Self-control was typically my specialty, but when it came to him, the rules didn’t seem to apply.
Griffin Eden was tantalizing. Magnetic. Rugged and bold.
And naked in my bed.
I pulled my knees up, stretching his shirt over my calves. Three yawns were my body’s way of reminding me just how tired it was, but I didn’t want to sleep. The dream would come back. It lingered too close to the surface. So with my temple to the window, I stared into the darkness. Alone.
The nightmare—a memory—always left me feeling alone.
My breath fogged the glass and the chill from the house brought goose bumps to my forearms. I was about to give in, to sneak into my bedroom for a hot shower, when the shuffle of bare feet filled the room.
Griffin emerged from the hallway, the sheet wrapped around his narrow waist. His steps slowed when he spotted me in the window wearing his shirt. “You okay?”
“Just couldn’t sleep,” I lied.
No one knew about my nightmares. Not even Skyler. He’d never asked why I woke up in the middle of the night, only that when I did, not to turn on a light. It might wake him up and he had work.
Griffin nodded and walked to his jeans, dropping the sheet to pull on his pants one thick, strong leg at a time. He left the top button undone and the belt hanging open as he strode my way, dragging a hand through his disheveled chocolate hair.
I’d tousled it myself earlier, holding on to it as he’d sucked my nipples into his talented mouth.
“I’d better get going.” His deep voice was fogged with sleep and the rumble sent a shiver down my spine.
“Okay.” I nodded, taking in his bare chest. The dusting of hair on his pecs was too tempting and I raised a hand, my fingers brushing through the coarse strands. His heartbeat was so solid and strong, like everything else about this man.
“Are you going to give me my shirt?”
“Are you going to take it?”
His hands went to the hem, lifting it up and over my head. Then he smirked as he put it on his own body, covering up the hard stomach and the sculpted V at his hips.
This man was better than any fantasy. Better than any romance novel hero or movie star. Better than any lover who’d ever taken me to bed. Not that I’d had many.
The cold air from the window skated over my naked skin, but I didn’t move from the bench. I waited while Griffin grabbed the sheet and brought it over, wrapping it around my shoulders before finding his boots amid the boxes.
An awkward quiet settled in the room. Casual hookups were completely out of character for me. Even in my early twenties, the only men I’d been with had been boyfriends. Then Skyler.
I wasn’t sure what to say. I wasn’t sure what to do. So I stayed put, listening to Griffin buckle his belt. It had been easier at the bar to simply get in my car and drive away.
Mom had told me once that I wasn’t the sleeping-around type. I was like her, a woman who loved. Did it make Mom wrong that I liked this fling with Griffin? There was no love between us, simply lust.
I didn’t want Mom to be wrong about anything. I wanted her to remain a perfect memory, the beautiful woman who’d loved me before the nightmare.
“Hey.” Griffin’s hand came to my shoulder, his thumb drawing a circle on top of the sheet. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Tired.”
“You sure?”
I nodded and slid off the bench’s ledge. “Thanks for staying. When Skyler was here.”
“Is he going to be a problem?”
“I don’t know.” But after Griffin’s display with the condoms, I doubted I’d see Skyler again.
“So, um . . . this.” He gestured between us. “Probably not a great idea if it becomes a regular thing. I’m busy.”
Busy. That term grated on my nerves but it didn’t matter. I was busy too.
“Agreed.” The orgasms had been out of this world but I was too raw for any sort of relationship, even if it was only for sex.
“Good.” He breathed, like he’d expected me to argue. “Lock up behind me.”
I was the chief of police, I had a black belt in karate, and I knew my way around a pistol, yet this man wanted to assert his protectiveness.
I hated that I liked it.
“See you around, Griffin.”
“Bye, Winn.” He waved once, then headed for the door.
I waited beside the window, watching until his truck disappeared down the block, then I locked the door and went to the bedroom. The air smelled like Griffin and sex.
The fitted sheet on the mattress was rumpled and my comforter had been kicked to the foot of the bed.
The black alarm clock on the floor beside a discarded pillow showed it was three thirty.
There was no way I’d get back to sleep, not now, so I dropped the sheet and went to the bathroom for a scalding shower.
Dressed in jeans and the black button-down shirt that every officer wore as part of their uniform, I headed to the station.
The night shift was just a skeleton crew, so it was quiet when I parked in my reserved space. The dispatcher at the desk jerked in surprise when I walked through the door.
“Oh, uh, hi, Chief.”
“Good morning.” I smiled. “Hope you guys have some coffee on.”
“Just brewed a fresh pot.” He nodded, then buzzed me in so I wouldn’t have to use my key.
With a steaming mug in hand, I retreated to my office, where stacks of files from yesterday were waiting, and I wasted no time diving in. The shift change at six was a bustle of activity and more than one officer gave me a wide-eyed look when I emerged from my office to join them in the bullpen.
Conversation was stunted. Laughter limited. I listened in as the night shift gave their summary report, then returned to the solitude of my office so they could have a few minutes without the boss eavesdropping.
Maybe one day, they’d welcome me into their huddle.
Maybe one day, it wouldn’t bother me that they didn’t.
“Knock, knock.” Janice poked her head inside my office. “Good morning.”
“Hi.” I smiled and waved her in.
“You okay?” she asked, studying my face.
I opened my mouth to lie but a question came out instead. “Can I confess something?”
“Sure.” She took a seat across from my desk, the folder she’d brought along resting on her lap.
“This is my first job as the boss. You probably know that already.”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Is it that obvious that I haven’t done this before?”
“No, but we all read the paper.”
My lip curled. The reporter had completely omitted my résumé, making it seem like my only qualification was the last name Covington.
“I’m used to being in the bullpen, not in an office.
I’m used to being in on the conversations, not on the receiving ends of the official reports.
I’m used to being included. I didn’t expect it to be so jarring, the difference between being an officer and being the chief. ”
“That’s understandable.” Janice gave me a soft smile but didn’t offer any advice.
There was none to give. I wasn’t an officer. I was the chief.
The line between the two was necessary, even if that put me on one side, alone.
“Anyway.” I waved it off and pointed to the folder. “What do you have for me?”
“The autopsy came in from the medical examiner for Lily Green. I thought you’d want to see it before I put it on Allen’s desk.”
“Yes, please.”