Public Service…Chapter Two continues…unedited…

Sasha excused herself and walked in a slow but deliberate manner back to her personal vehicle, a grey Toyota Tundra, and she departed from the scene. She tossed us a small wave as she left. I watched as the dirt pillowed around the chassis of her vehicle, and it didn’t take long for her to disappear from our sight. 

“What do you think, Konan?”

“About what, Lilly?”

“The case, Sasha…”

“Well, we don’t even know if we have a case. This could turn out to not be anything. As for Sasha, she seemed saddened by the loss of Allison.”

“Yeah, her sadness seemed a bit like morbid curiosity to me.”

“How so? She acted bewildered that someone like Allison had passed. Almost as if she knew Allison on a deep, personal level.”

“And we let her go.”

“What would we charge her with? If Tammy calls it murder, we have someone to check out.  If not, we keep it in the back of our minds for the next time.”

“Next time?”

 Lilly turned and looked at me, and I shrugged. Lilly, the constant optimist of our partnership, raised an eyebrow and waited for me to clarify my statement. Recently, she’d died her hair a deep red, the color of the most beautiful roses-as were her lips-and she was the most gorgeous woman I knew. 

So radiant in her beauty, I was often overwhelmed by her sensual nature, her full lips dripped with the promise of sweetness, of delectable kisses, like succulent fruit, but spicy enough to keep the nights interesting. Lilly stirred the hearts of all men who met her, including my own. Her laughter was as a melodious masterpiece which had never been heard, was unsung, and untamed. She of the husky voice, filled with passion and desire, which triggered visions of nights of passion, of love divine, and thrilled the imagination of those who sought her hand in marriage. 

I often found myself wondering how God must have felt when He formed Lilly. She was not a carbon copy of the modern female, instead, her shape harkened back to the Golden Age of movies. Full figured and curvy, Lilly was all female and knew how to wield her power. And as usual, I found myself not hearing her as I imagined what all men did when they stood next to her.

“Did you hear me, Konan?”

“Um, no.” 

I licked my lips and tried to focus on something other than the thoughts racing through my mind. I zeroed in on the water, not so much as a ripple stirred the surface of the lake. She leaned close to me, and I struggled to stay zoned in on the water.

“Look at me, Konan. What did you mean next time?”

“If it’s a murder, and Tammy can’t find enough to call it murder, then the anonymity of the killer would likely result in more murders.”

“Then we better pray Tammy finds something.”

I nodded my head and looked at Lilly. She met my gaze, and her full lips pulled back into a knowing smile, and her green eyes twinkled with mischief. She was right, we needed to pray-I needed prayer and a scalpel to remove these thoughts I kept having about my partner.

“You’re cooking tonight, right? Gareth insists you’re a better cook than I am.”

“Of course. If you get home before I do, let out Buster.”

We stood together on the bank, next to the bench, and looked out upon the lake. Lilly’s hand brushed mine, and I snared her index finger with my pinky. She leaned her head toward me and whispered, “You haven’t changed your mind, have you?”

“Are you kidding me, Lilly? I have two more months to wait before I can call you mine. Maybe it’s me, but I swear time has stopped. Can’t we just go to the justice of the peace and get this done?”

“What’s your rush?”

Her eyes narrowed, and her lips pulled apart in a fashion that seemed an invitation to come and get it. As I turned to kiss her, I saw movement in the treeline behind us.

“We’ve got company.”

Both of us turned and started for the trees, and in the distance we heard the roar of a motorcycle. I broke into a sprint to catch a glimpse of the bike or rider, but they had vanished by the time I made it to the gate. No vehicles cluttered the lane besides our own. Lilly cocked her head and looked at me. 

“Come and get it,” she whispered. 

I wrapped my right arm around her waist and pulled her to me. My lips touched hers, and elation flooded my body. Her soft lips, and her throaty growl led to my own, and I felt as if I had stepped into the center of the universe and there was only Lilly and me. She pulled away and licked her lips. 

“Oh yeah, I can’t wait to change my last name to Konan. You owe me a baby.”

How did I get so lucky with Lilly? 

I took her hand and walked her to her car. She scrunched up her nose at me and kissed me lightly on the lips. “You’re headed back to the precinct?”

“Yeah, we need to brief Janko on what’s going on out here. He needs to know about the biker, the media, and Tammy’s early prognosis.”

“Okay, I’ll meet you there.”

“Before you walk in, make sure you touch up your lips. Your makeup needs a touch up.”

Lilly scoffed and turned her head to the left, and I walked to the other side and kissed her. She responded, and I took a deep breath. This must be what heaven is like.

Two months was far too long to do without Lilly as my wife.

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