Evelyn's dream of securing a scholarship to America's top ballet school shattered when her mother was brutally murdered during her teenage years. Determined to make a difference, she became a detective, ready to take on the world. Assigned to invest...
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The day after Evelyn felt like shit. Her head was pounding and her heart was aching. It hurt to push the biker away even if she thought she hurt him more, it felt so wrong to run away from him but she didn't know what else she could do. All her life she had planned out every single detail, she would become a famous ballet dancer, meet someone in the same profession, the guy would court her (even if that felt old) and then they would get married years later. Now she was attracted to a criminal that was one of her many subjects, if that didn't scream wrong she didn't know what would.
Evelyn hadn't rolled out of bed yet and it was almost time for lunch. Her head was pounding like crazy and her stomach felt like trucks had run over it. Even if Evelyn always knew drinking with the bikers was a bad idea she did it over and over again. This time she messed up big, she had asked Jeremiah to kiss her! What was she thinking? She wanted to know as she stare up at the roof. The Mc cut should be enough for her to run away and never ever think the thought again.
"Screw it" she hissed out as she threw her legs over the bedside to get her clothes on. The warm officer outfit was highly welcoming as she needed to remind herself who she was and why she was there. It took a few minutes to do the outfit ritual but when she was done she felt much more confident in her stand. No more crossing the line. With newfound confidence, she crossed the small room to the wooden door and walked out with pride in her steps. Fake it til you make it, right? She thought to herself begging for everything that the man in question was somewhere else than in the kitchen.
Of course not, just as Evelyn had walked down the stairs she heard his muffled singing voice as the radio was on. It was just her luck to catch him in his cutest moments, she almost mumbled to herself. He didn't have that wow voice but it was fine to listen to and Evelyn enjoyed seeing him carelessly sing for himself. The rest of the steps to the kitchen was all about getting into her police role, she was working and would not slip up again. That mantra repeated itself a few times until she almost believed in it. When the last step was taken and she stood in the doorway she could see the man swing his hips as he chopped something by the counter.
"No Wyatt you can not even taste it," J said still standing with his back to the detective. Evelyn wanted to smile so badly knowing exactly how Wyatt was around the kitchen but forced herself to keep her poker face. Instead, Evelyn cleared her throat and walked in so she could get her breakfast/lunch ready. The biker abruptly spun around to look at the woman who had stepped in. At first, neither of them did anything, just watching each other.
"Hello, detective" The biker finely said in a deep voice. The look and the voice were enough to make Evelyn struggle to stay in character. His brown hair lay perfectly around his head and the grey Huddie was perfectly on the man's everybody.
