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There had been plenty of times of him apologizing, and she’d fallen for it. He was good at twisting the situation to where she felt as if it was her fault for making him act the way he did.

Or he was jealous. She snorted at that excuse. He was jealous of how men looked at her, but he didn’t have an issue when he wanted to show her off, like the day he’d made her suck his dick in front of his friends.

That wasn’t love.

A real man wouldn’t humiliate his wife.

A real man would cherish and protect her.

Not use and abuse her.

Love was gift.

Love was sacred, something that had to be earned. It was a two-way street. When love was given, it should be returned tenfold.

Candi held on that one day, she would find a man to share her life with. She didn’t need a man but wanted one to share life’s precious moments with. One who would protect her, care for her, and make her smile.

Dallas pulled his squad car into the precinct’s parking lot. He drove around to the back and found a spot. He shut the car off and sighed.

Another double shift completed.

They were down a few men, and he wanted to do his part by taking an extra shift. The city of Las Vegas needed more police officers, but with the recent budget cuts, there would be no new hires.

It had been a long night with calls of public intoxication, break-ins, and domestic disputes. It was rare for him to just have a quiet night of patrolling, but Dallas wouldn’t complain. His sixteen hours flew by.

Exiting the vehicle, he stalked into the back door of the busy station. He navigated his way through the halls and made it to the stairs that led to the locker room. Jogging down them, he entered the men’s changing room and headed for his locker. His body was weary, and he just wanted to sleep.

“McNeil,” a deep voice called out.

Dallas paused in front of his locker and turned, finding his captain glaring at him.

“Captain.” Dallas nodded in greeting.

“Get your gear off then come meet me in my office,” Captain Shaun Jarvis growled. He spun on his heel and stalked away.

It wasn’t a request but an order.

The hardened captain was a no-nonsense man who didn’t take crap from the police force.

Even Dallas knew not to test the captain.

Within minutes, Dallas found himself walking toward the captain’s office. He’d planned to take a shower before leaving the precinct, but seeing that he’d been personally summoned, it would have to wait.

Arriving to the administration side of the precinct, he pulled open the glass door and stepped in.

“Hey, Dallas.” Anita, the captain’s secretary, smiled. The older woman, with salt-and-pepper hair pulled up in a bun, had been around the station forever. If there was anything one wanted to know about anyone at the station, Anita was the person to go talk to. She always proclaimed she didn’t like gossip but for some reason she was always the first with the latest news.

“Hey, Miss Anita. How are you?” he asked, leaning against the counter.

A wide grin spread across her face. She pushed up her dark frames and stared at him with her magnified blue eyes.

“I’m doing all right. I heard the captain went to find you himself,” she said.

He cringed and ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah. Not sure what I did, but I can’t imagine it’s good.”

“You never know.” She shrugged, reaching for her telephone on her desk. She picked it up and hit a button on it. “McNeil is here to see you, sir,” she announced. She motioned for Dallas to come behind the counter.

Dallas truly didn’t know what he had done to gain the wrath of the his boss. All of his reports were always turned in on time. He hadn’t gotten any complaints. He was the model patrolman.

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