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UNDER COVER LOVE

By

Jewel Adams

Katie finally lands a job in what she believes is the safest place in San Diego””serving nearly four-hundred police breakfast and lunch should be the last place her ex could find her.

Cash Hayden is right up there in the danger line-up. When Cash pulls the fiery Kate into his undercover life, he wants the woman he finds””regardless of the risks.

Can Katie learn to trust once more? Will they survive the danger that comes with the man she is falling in love with?

CHAPTER 1

New Beginnings

“You take over the register Katie, while we go on break. Should just be coffee and desserts now that lunch is over.”

“All right Bea.” The register? Katie needed to fight down the nervous rise in her stomach. The second day and already she tackled everything from the grill to making pies and stuffing. Now this…

She must have done alright or Bea wouldn’t leave her alone. Katie liked the older lady. It was a relief to work with nice women for a change. Even the cops weren’t all that bad. Most joked with her, Katie figured it was their way of welcoming the new girl.

She served them all lunch, from the motorcycle cops, a tough looking group, to plain-clothes and vice. Even the chief of police came in for lunch after the rush. She felt the chief and the captain of vice looking her over from their table. She wondered if they would check her out, probably thought she was a pothead, even though she hated the stuff. No, Katie stayed away from anything that messed with her mind.

Checking on the coffee urns and stew cooking on the stove, she looked up when hearing the double glass doors opening. The men she watched enter the dining room gave her chills, causing her to search for the police that no longer filled the room. “Damn, where are they when you need them.”

Seeing that the three men were heading her way, she tried to brush away the thought that they came to rob the place. After all, this was the police station. They were the type of men any sane person would cross the street to avoid.

They started filling coffee mugs, Katie wasn’t sure what to do. She wished she could ignore the fact they didn’t belong, trouble was the last thing Katie wanted. She needed this job, but the dining room was off-limits to anyone but cops. She found it hard to meet the leader’s eyes””cold…no feeling in them. With a skull tattoo and shaggy salt and pepper hair that fell in long strands past his shoulders, he looked like he just parked his chopper. Arrogant too, which did little to boost Katie’s courage.

She took a deep breath, “Mister, I think you’re in the wrong place, this is a policeman’s only dining room.”

The way he scanned the empty room before half smiling at his companions, told Katie he meant to cause trouble.

“You saying, I don’t belong?”

The challenge in his low voice stiffened Katie. “Yeah and I want to keep my job, so no offense, but take the coffee and go.” The guy acted like he went out of his way to attract trouble. Didn’t he realize where he stood?

“I’ll pay for the coffee, just go.” Katie’s eyes jumped when his hands set the cup down, she half expected the troopers to storm the place at any moment. “Look, I said I would take care of it, just go.” She regretted her nervous slip when he gave her a half smile.

“Couldn’t impose, besides this is the police station…right?”

Dense besides. No shit! Formed on her lips but thankfully remained silent.

“Could you hold this for me, sister.”

She glared back at him as he stretched out his hand, palm down to her.

Deciding it might be better not to refuse, if it helped get them out of here, Katie raised her hand under his. She got a sick feeling he could hurt her. Pain wasn’t unknown to her…her jaw tightened, refusing to let old fears rule.

It took a second before the true weight of what he released into her palm registered. Then as if time rushed forward, her gaze fell to the object and she automatically reacted to be rid of it. “Damn, you really are crazy!”

Everything seemed to go into slow motion as all three men moved to catch the gun twirling in the air above their heads. With an almost natural ease the man reached out and caught the gun before it ever began descending.

“You’re working in the wrong place to be afraid of guns, missy.”

Katie eyes fired at the raised hand holding the offensive thing, to the bright, cool green eyes drilling their way through her. It wasn’t fear that held her frozen in place staring back at him. “And you are a sadistic bastard…now, get out!” Too furious with him to raise her voice over the dead calm delivery that made him blink and his cohorts fidget.

Without even thinking about it, she moved her finger over the button under the counter. Bea showed her the alarm this morning. Never taking her eyes from his, her finger calmly pressed the small button setting off the silent alarm. Katie never expected to be doing something like this, at least not her second day at work and now probably her last.

Resigned to what would come and unemployment once again, Katie felt the tension slip away. Hearing the sound of running feet, and holsters slapping thighs and hands, Katie’s gaze never faltered from the darkening awareness boring into her.

“You really should have left as I asked.” A blur of figures surrounded them, words were shouted and still they stood there as if isolated from the chaos surrounding them.

“Alright Hayden, what the fuck is going on?”

The cursing man in uniform finally broke through to Katie. In a rush she took in the 20 or so officers pointing guns at the three men and her. “He has a gun.” It was all she could think to say.

She saw the officer in charge rolled his eyes at the ceiling. Katie always prided herself on not being slow on the uptake and understanding hit like a blast. Her eyes narrowed on the man responsible for the disaster, “cops, that’s just great…you really are a world-class bastard!”

The label undercover raced through her mind and Katie knew, as the various guns were being holstered, that she’d been royally screwed by a pro.

Deciding it would be useless to defend the riot she caused, Katie slipped off her apron and placed it over Mr. Narc’s coffee. “I can’t say it wasn’t…interesting.” Spinning about, she took two steps and reached to get her purse. Shutting out everyone still milling around, her gaze only lingered on the confused and speechless, Bea. “Sorry Bea, I really liked working with you.”

Without a backward glance, Katie forced her feet to march past the gaping men and ranting Sergeant, deciding the job probably wasn’t the right choice to start with; anti-establishment in the midst of the main force didn’t make much sense.

Ignoring the sound of her name being called, Katie kept going, only drawing a deep breath when she reached daylight. Walking 20 or so city blocks sounded preferable to sitting in front of the station and waiting for a bus. “A frick’n cop, no Katie, narc through and through. He probably got his jollies off scaring the shit out of you!”

The anger finally simmered to the surface and her steps hasten to walk it off. She wanted to ignore the humiliation she suffered. “Damn him, I really like that job.” Katie refused to acknowledge the feeling of safety being there gave to her, a place where her ex would never venture to get her. For a brief moment she closed her eyes against the fear still living inside of her because of her ex-husband.

“Damn him!” She couldn’t say which man she cursed at the moment. They all fell into the anger and self-pity tearing at her.

Pulling the combs from her hair, she let her fingers raked out the coil of lush red hair, letting it fall and blow about her like the cloak. Katie chose to ignore everything around her, concentrating only on walking up the streets and into the throng of people.

* * * *

Cash picked up his pace, throwing off the thoughts of calling to her again. The little spitfire shut out the world back in the cafeteria. He’d seen pride before in men, but hers became almost tangible. He hadn’t been able to resist playing with her.

Katie, yeah that’s what Bea called her. Katie, Irish no doubt, with a temper that came like flash fire and was as hot as that sassy red hair swaying around her hips. She already proved to be a handful, tough too. Cash smiled, remembering how she stood up to him. He felt intrigued by her almost at once. Strange, he rarely let anyone touch him with their eyes. He liked what he saw, including those sashaying hips he couldn’t stop watching. He remembered her eyes, she wasn’t on anything, no, he knew that look in someone all too well. This girl’s were clean, so fresh, and in more ways than he liked to admit, ways that stirred his blood and sent his cock throbbing.

He wondered if that coolness she held would have remained in place if they’d been anywhere else. Hell, the gun might have been a bit much. He never should have done that. Yet, she never told the Sergeant what he did. Why didn’t she defend herself? 

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