“So, what do we have here?”
Aiden was just climbing out of the patrol vehicle, cruising along a road of rich suburban houses and just wondering what kind of rich bastards needed five bedrooms for, when dispatch screeched through their communication devices. Apparently, there were trespassers in one of the properties, and he had to ask; “Who in the fucking name of God is that ballsy to mess with New World architecture owning dudes?”
His answer waited for him at the edge of the pool. So there were skinny dippers in their pool. The guy complaining made it sound like they were insects, not young folks looking for some fun. He came armed with towels and flashlights, just in case they tried to run out or whatever. Which seemed highly unlikely, because she just stood there. The woman---suspect, he had to be careful to be official now, he had seen her before. Where did he---RIGHT, the fancy pop diner with the funky rollerskates. Yeah, he remembered her as the mustard spilling waitress. Man, she was a cutie then, and right now, a very ballsy woman. His partner had gotten there first; luckily he wasn’t there the night Aiden met this woman. But the boys back the precinct would be like hounds upon that gossip.
Especially after he took their advice and wrote down his number. Only for her to never call him back. He strutted towards the couple, standing by their backdoor, sternly demanding that she be fined or worse. After a while, he sent them back inside with a smile and empty promises that he wasn’t legally keeping. And then he walked back to her, a knowing grin on her face.
Aiden, ever the gentleman, passed the towel to her. “Well, aren’t you the rebel there, missy? First, you get me to fall for you and then you never even call. Well, I am simply heartbroken, ma’am.” Good thing his partner was just standing there, and not handcuffing her.
