Page 68 of Finding Noah

“If ya wanted to work the streets, why didn't ya say so?”

I shrugged. “I figured I'd just … do whatever you told me to do.”

He nodded slowly, keeping his eyes on mine. “All right. Tomorrow mornin', instead of sittin' here, you're comin' with me. Sound good?”

A rush of excitement pulsed through my limbs, and I resisted the urge to jump up and pump my fist in the air. Instead, I nodded. “Sounds good.”

He offered a single curt nod before turning away and heading toward his own office down the hall, leaving me to smirk at the back of Officer Mike’s head.

Some guys choose to sit at a desk, I thought. But I'm choosing to save lives.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

ANGEL KISSES

“So, ya wanna tell me what's goin' on with you and my daughter?”

I slowly lowered my paper cup of coffee from my lips to turn and stare across the squad car at the side of Patrick's face.

“What, uh … what are you talking about?”

“Well”—he tipped his head and continued to look through the windshield—“you've been at the department for a week now, and I've noticed that, so far, you and Meg have had lunch together five out of the seven days you've been on the job.”

“Wow. I wasn't aware you'd been counting. Little creepy, but okay,” I muttered as my gut clenched with a sudden onset of nerves.

I, however, had been counting, and every single time Meg and I had run around the corner to Dick's Diner or ordered Chinese or pizza and eaten around my desk, I tacked it up with the other best moments of my life.

“I'm just wonderin' if somethin' is goin' on that I should know about.”

Shrugging, I lifted the cup back to my lips. “We're friends.”

From the corner of my eye, I watched Patrick turn to me and raise an incredulous brow.

“Ya think I was born yesterday?”

I chuffed sardonically. “I would never.”

“Oh, now you're callin' me old, huh?”

“Didn't say that either,” I murmured before taking a sip.

“Listen, all I'm tellin' ya is, I wouldn't have a problem if ya wanted to date my daughter. You're a good kid, I like your family, and I think you'd be good together,” he went on in his subtle Irish accent.

Trying hard to remain nonchalant, I swallowed my coffee and bit the inside of my cheek, placing the cup back in the car's cup holder while, internally, my heart rate spiked.

What the hell is happening?

I seemed to be asking myself that a lot these days.

“But I won't put up with any workplace drama, ya understand?”

No mention of her boyfriend, I noticed. Were they still together?

Of course she's still with him. I would know if they broke up.

Would I though?

“I don't … we're not …” I furrowed my brow and shook my head. “There's nothing going on.”