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Swallowing the lump in her throat that had started to form after he gave her a once over. The action sending unwanted chills down her spine, as all she saw was something like empathy pass over his features. I don’t care… She told herself repeating it like a mantra while mentally preparing her own answers to his question. Lana knew exactly what he was thinking when he asked why she was there hell she still questioned herself on why she was signing up for the very job that took her beloved away. “Surprised, you seemed to always hate to deal with the rookies..” Lana confessed nostalgia swarming her sense. Staring at Ryder Lana was battling with herself on being honest with the taller male, or to give him the answer she had sign on with. This was someone from her past, someone who had been with her through up’s and down’s of her life, yet she didn’t want to trust him. Trusting him was almost like betraying her husband and she wouldn’t do that.. Not again. “Decided I should finally take up the old family roots… I mean it’s not like I’m doing anything productive at home, so I might as well try being a help to the country.” Giving him the plain and dry answer with the right amount of personal pleasantries, Lana gave him a tight lipped smile along with a shrug of her shoulders. She wanted to get out of his company as soon as she could, before she started to give into the tempting offer to talk to him, to really talk to him.
Ryder couldn’t help the slight chuckle that came. She was true in what she was saying, working with rookies was something that the male didn’t particularly like to partake in. What was that saying? One bad apple can spoil the whole bunch. That’s what had happened - Ryder didn’t mind rookies before ‘he who shall not be named’ came along. It was like the kid was cursed or something and up until now Ryder had sworn off rookies. “Yeah, and there’s always been a reasonable explanation for that but I decided to give it a try.. have faith in others,” he trailed off. Being in the police force, skepticism came naturally and he couldn’t help but feel that with her answer. “Right,” he nodded his head, sure his uncertainty was showing. He wanted to ask her so much more, like if she was sure this was something she wanted to be doing. One thing could trigger the past and they’d both be back to square one. “I’m sure mom and pop are happy for you,” a small smile appearing, memories of her parents begging him to convince their daughter to join the force.











