Cuffing The Law Book 2 in The Willowbrook Series

Chapter 18

Deacon

I can't get my mind off Daisy. "You okay?" My deputy asks. I nod and shuffle some papers around on my desk.

"You sure about that, only you don't seem to be here and I've been talking to you for the last fifteen minutes or so?"

"Huh, what were you talking about? Sorry, I've got shit on my mind."

"You don't say. Coffee?"

"Yeah, a strong one. Thanks." I watch as he goes over to the machine and makes the coffees. Aroma fills the small front office as he does. I do have a back office but I like it out front, I have company for a start with my crew here in the station and the windows allow for views to Main Street and the small green area across the road.

"Heard you threw Daisy over your shoulder last night. Did you take her home?" He asks, I glare at him, like it's any of his business.

"She wouldn't get in the vehicle and she'd been drinking. What's a guy supposed to do?"

"I guess that's pissed her off some. You two are good friends, right?"

"Were. She's not talking to me right now."

"I can see that." Curtis says.

I raise my eyebrows at him. "I don't think you understand, I wasn't about to let her walk home alone in the dark with alcohol inside her. What did you think I was going to do? She was already blowing steam out of her ears because I dragged some guy up by the collar. Saunder I think his name was." I do remember his name, I remember every detail about the jerk who had his hand on Daisy, the same hand I'd quite happily have chopped off.

"So I heard." He sets my coffee cup down.

"Word travels fast around here." I mutter and lean back in my chair. "Better than any telephone exchange if you ask me."

Just as I speak, Lacey our ladies man of the police force with his jet black hair and emerald green eyes comes sauntering in. "Yeah, apparently that Saunder guy is pretty damn pissed off." He says and sits down at his desk, leans back and puts his feet up.

"Get your feet off the table, Lacey. This isn't your mom's lounge. And I doubt she'd have allowed it in any case." He does as he says grumbling.

"I don't care if he's pissed off or not. He had his hand on Daisy and from the look of it, it wasn't welcome. I was just upholding the law." This causes Curtis and Lacey to guffaw. "What is so funny?"

"You, Deacon that's what is so funny. Hell, we all know you're smitten with that little lady. If it were me I'd have already got her between the sheets." I growl at Lacey. The thought of that womanizer with Daisy in his bed makes my blood boil in a second.

"Don't you go anywhere near Daisy. You here me. She's off limits and that goes for you too, Curtis." I glare at him too.

Curtis holds both his hands in the air. "Not me, Deacon. No way. I have my own girl now."

I raise my eyebrows. "Since when? You're as bad as Lacey over there, I'm surprised you two haven't picked up any nasty diseases yet." They flick me the finger, what are they some kind of double act now?

"Since a couple of months ago, I've been keeping it quiet. You know her. Taylor the girl who works behind the counter in the hardware store." Ah, that rings a bell.

"Pretty thing with red hair, curly hair, right?" I ask.

He nods his head. "That's the one and lips like cherries." Okay, so now he looks dreamy. He's got it bad. I throw a paperclip at him, as he blushes.