Bonnie stepped off the bus and made her way toward her apartment building. She still had a bit of a walk, but even from afar, she spotted Aiken’s Land Rover parked up ahead.
Aiken leaned against his car, tall and straight, with an insulated lunchbox sitting on the hood. Bonnie adjusted the strap on her bag, then headed over. She was just about to tap him on the shoulder when he turned, catching her in the act with a grin.
“Trying to sneak up on me?” he asked, eyes crinkling with amusement.
Bonnie grinned back. “I wasn’t even being loud. You’re too alert for your own good.”
Aiken glanced down at her soft leather shoes, now a little dusty. Without a word, he crouched and brushed them off for her.
Bonnie’s eyes went wide. She hadn’t even gotten a chance to pull back before he was already standing again. Embarrassed, she looked down, her ears tinged pink. After a second, she rummaged through her purse and handed him a wet wipe.
“You didn’t have to do that. Here, wipe your hands.”
Aiken decided to tease her a little. “What, so you want me to polish your shoes with this, too?”
Bonnie quickly shook her head, mortified. She caught the playful smile at the corner of his mouth and turned away, pretending to be annoyed. “You’re a police officer, but you’re always messing with me.”
Aiken chuckled. “I don’t mess with just anyone, you know.”
He wiped his hands and then passed her the lunchbox. “How’s your stomach lately? You’ve been working overtime a lot. Don’t forget to eat.”
Bonnie took it with a nod. She was about to say thanks, but before she could, Aiken spoke up again, helpless but smiling, “So, what are you treating me to this time?”


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