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The Captain – Knox Police Force 2
This is a Steamy, Sweet, Short Story Romance! Each one in the series can be read on its own. No Cliffhangers! If you love short romances that are sweet and a little spicy too, then this one is for you.
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Three years ago
“Hello. I’m looking for Sargeant Lincoln Johnson,” I tell the officer behind the desk.
He looks at me curiously and asks, “Who should I tell him is here to see him?”
“Jennifer. Jennifer Justus,” I tell him. When I first walked in here, I had pumped myself up. I was ready to handle it. Now, I’m not so sure. My fingers are tightly wrapped around the purse I’m carrying and I force myself to loosen my grip.
The officer gets on the phone and tells Lincoln that I’m here. He hangs up and points to a door in the corner of the room. “Have a seat in that conference room. He will be right out.”
After telling him thanks, I walk into the conference room. Thankfully it is empty. I walk around the big rectangular table and go to look out the window. The police station is on Main Street right next to the courthouse. There are several people walking by and I can’t help but think how they are going on with their lives while mine is falling apart. I have no idea how I’m going to do this, but I know that I am going to try.
I sense that he is in the room before I hear him. I take a deep breath and straighten my shoulders, reminding myself that this is just as much his fault as it is mine.
“Jennifer… you wanted to see me?”
Turning around to face him, I flush just looking at him. Sargeant Lincoln is a regular at the restaurant I wait tables at. He’s always been very nice and respectable to me, usually over-tipping. And he is one of the most eligible bachelors in town. He’s beautiful. I don’t know how else to put it. He’s tall, with dark hair and the lightest blue eyes I’ve ever seen. He’s fit and built, and my heart starts beating rapidly with the memory of his hard body over mine. It may have been a month ago, but it might as well have been yesterday.
“Ye…” Clearing my throat, I try again. “Yes… is this a bad time?”
“Not at all. Have a seat.” He points to a chair and when I sit down, he sits next to me.
“So, uh, I don’t know how else to say it…” I start.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” He puts his hand on my knee and instead of calming me, all it does is put flashbacks in my head of me on my knees in front of him, of me begging him for more, and of him sprawled on top, with me reveling in his weight after he gave me my fourth orgasm in one night.
“No… I mean yes, I’m fine… so I’m just going to say it. I’m pregnant.” I stutter through it and end in barely a whisper.
His eyes widen. “You’re pregnant?”
I simply nod and watch him as he gets up and paces around the room. “And you’re telling me this because it’s mine?”
Indignantly, I get to my feet with my hands on my hips. “Yes, it’s yours. And I don’t like what you’re implying.”
He walks toward me holding his palms out. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just stunned, that’s all. Hell, it was the first time ever I’ve gone without a condom. It was just the one time.”
I start walking toward the door. “Actually it was three times, but who’s counting. Well, I just wanted to let you know. I’ll see you around.” I’ve done what I came to do, and I have to get out of here.
He stops me by holding on to my arm. “But wait, you can’t just drop a bombshell like that and leave. I mean, what are we going to do?”
I jerk my arm back, instantly on the defensive. “Well, I’m not getting rid of it, if that’s what you’re suggesting. I’m keeping the baby…”
He draws back like I’ve slapped him, and his jaw tightens. “I wasn’t saying that.”
“Well, then there’s nothing to talk about. I just thought you had a right to know.”
He tries to stop me again, but I turn around and with tears in my eyes, I plead, “Please, Lincoln, just let me go. You need to process this. We both need to calm down. Let me go. We can talk in a few days.”
He must see the desperation in my face because he reluctantly lets me go with a promise that he will see me tomorrow.
Watching her walk out the door, my knees about buckle. I’m twenty-eight years old and I know better. I have always used a condom. Always. For the obvious reasons, but also because I know that I never wanted to have kids. I never wanted to be tied down again. But Jennifer caught me by surprise. She has been working at the restaurant a while now and every time I go in, I request her section. She is always nice, but what I like best about her is that she is shy. She doesn’t throw herself at me like a lot of the women do in this town. About a month ago, I went there for dinner after my shift. I flirted with her and asked her to come back to my house. Surprisingly, she agreed.