TITLE: TRUE BLUE
GENRE: Contemporary NA Romance/Thriller
Brendan Donovan is a young cop in the same small beach community in which he grew up. Jamie, his friend from high school (and secretly the one-who-got-away), has returned to town unexpectedly and seems to be hiding something, which raises his interest and concern.
Cursing under his breath, he glanced over at Jamie in the passenger side window. Her mouth was set to a thin line as she eyed him expectantly. Heart still pounding, he reached over to shove open the cruiser door, watching as she slid onto the seat to shut it behind her.
“We really prefer guests to sit in back,” he drawled.
“What are you doing?” she demanded to know.
“I think we already went over this. Just checking out a call.”
“Right, right … an anonymous tip.” Nodding, she slowly drew out the words, each one weighted in more sarcasm than the last. “From someone who saw the car parked in this driveway, behind sand dunes and shrubbery, a mile from the closest main road, and thought it might have been involved in a minor fender bender two towns away.”
“We’re actually very proud of the commitment of our concerned citizens to their local neighborhood watch programs.”
Her gaze sharpened. “I know something is going on with you.”
Brendan finally allowed himself to look directly into her eyes, which always elicited his truths. It was always his undoing. “Right back at ya, sweetheart.”
His blunt, somewhat bitter admission was obviously unexpected. She immediately dropped her calm and cool façade to stammer out a response. “Well, I, … I don’t know what you think that might be, but I can assure you that I’m fine, and even if there was anything wrong, what make you think it’s any of your business to—”
“To what?” he snapped, cutting her off there. “To want to know you’re all right when everything I’ve seen and heard since you’ve been back in town tells me you’re not?” He shook his head with a low, humorless chuckle. “Sorry, but you don’t get to tell me whether or not it’s still my business to be concerned.”
“I don’t believe this! I’m telling you, for the last time, Brendan—I’m okay, all right?”
He held her gaze in the quiet and stillness of the car, the flicker of irritation in her eyes sparking a slow burn of something else. They both quickly looked away.
“I have to go.” She reached for the door.
“Fine.” His grip on the steering wheel tightened on his terse reply.
“I’ll see you later.”
“Yep.” His dark eyes followed her as she walked back up the driveway. “You can count on it.”