His Curvy Frustration — Mary E. Thompson

The very last person I wanted anything from was Officer James Rucker. If there was any option at all, I wouldn't call him, but I had no choice. I needed a cop. To my surprise, he came. He helped. He was the guy everyone else knew instead of the @$$ he always was to me. I didn't know what to do with that. It was easy to keep him in the box I put him in. To tell myself it didn't matter how sexy his smile was or how hard my insides clenched when he left with another woman. No. No. No. I wasn't going to think of James like that. I couldn't. I wanted fun in my life, and he was the polar opposite of that. We weren't right. We weren't an option. It didn't matter if he was starring in my dreams. Or knocking on my door...