Chapter 3

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PAT (POV)

Today has been horrible.

My car wouldn't start, I was late to court, and thanks to my client changing her statement, I lost the case.

Then Wai and Korn's restaurant had a busted pipe. And in true Wai and Korn fashion, they started arguing about who would stay behind to deal with it. Honestly, I'm still confused about their whole friendship. They argue so much but decided to own a restaurant together. I had to play referee, once again, and tell them that they both will stay and deal with it. Of course, Wai begged me to fill in for him at the precinct and since I'm 'can't say no Pat', I agreed.

Now I'm at this precinct after a very hectic and here comes James asking me to come talk to a guy. I really can't stand James, but for Wai's sake I'm going bite my tongue and try to play nice.

"Pat, before you leave, I need you to talk to this weirdo." James yelled at me.

"What's going on?"

"I don't know. We need to ask him questions about a guy he might be connected to. He was communicating fine, but suddenly, he's asking for an attorney and an interpreter."

Is this guy serious? "Asking for an attorney and an interpreter makes someone weird? James, do you hear yourself?" I asked sarcastically.

I watched James stumbled over his words and shrink under my stare. Normally I would have put on a charming voice and played up my good boy image. But today I didn't care. I needed everyone around me to know that I was in a bad mood today. I might regret it tomorrow, but I had had enough of bottling things up lately.

"James you better hope Wai never hears you say that. Which interrogation room?"

As I listened to James mumble the room number, I made a mental note to tell Wai to never ask me to do this again.

When my hand touched the door handle a shiver went down my spine. Something's off, but I can't figure out if it is a good feeling or not. Should I go in? What if this person is a serial killer and I end up losing my life? Okay Pat, that's enough. Just go in already.

I opened the door ready to introduce myself and was hit with a familiar scent. My whole body froze. Wait, I know this smell. I looked at the man sitting at the table in front of me. No way, it can't be... It's not him. Is it?

"Hey Wai, it's been a long time." The man said without looking up at me.

I was shocked. Even his voice sounds the same. It must be him.

My brain short circuited for a second. "Who is Wai?" I asked in a daze. Why did I say that? What is wrong with me? Of course I know who Wai is.

I watched as the man jerked his head up and looked at me in surprise.

Oh my god, it's him. It has to be. That face. A wave of emotions ran through my body.

I quickly cleared my throat and put on a blank face.

"Sir, my name is Pat Jindapat. I'm an attorney and I can also speak Thai. Officer James said that you needed me?"

I watched as the man stared at me without blinking. I was used to getting stares, from men and women, and normally I would stare back and challenge the person. This man, however, looked at me differently. There was relief, happiness, sadness, and...desire. I felt myself starting to blush. It's the same way that he looked at me.

My mind quickly drifted to one of my favorite memories that I had with him.

"Pran, baby...I'm sorry. I won't do it again." I struggled to hide my smile. How could I admit that I purposely did what I did so that I could see Pran respond this way? Aww, my adorable sulky Pran is refusing to acknowledge my presence.

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