Chapter 7

On a Saturday morning at the Seattle Police Department, Ethan sat at his cluttered desk, surrounded by the familiar cacophony of a busy precinct. Weekday or weekend, crime didn't sleep, and neither did the local law enforcement. Phones rang incessantly, officers and citizens spoke in hushed tones, and the faint clatter of keystrokes filled the air.

Ethan's fingers hovered over the keyboard. His focus shattered by memories of Hunter's intense gaze. The bustle of the precinct faded into a dull murmur as he found himself counting the hours until he could return to Thorns he was used to compartmentalizing, to keeping his personal life separate from his work. But Hunter had breached those walls, and now Ethan found himself unable to keep the two from bleeding together. Ethan hoped he'd never have to investigate the Emerald City Overdrive motorcycle club because blurring the lines between duty and desire was dangerous enough without Hunter 'Crosscut' Maddox occupying so much space in his thoughts and challenging the integrity of his heart.