As they drove into the clearing at Bryson’s Tree Farm, they noticed Max’s parents, along with Greg and Chaos, relaxing on the large porch swing. The swaying stopped as the trio spotted the truck.
Max parked his Chevy, and before Amanda could descend from the cab, Greg had her door open and was trying to haul her out. Chaos, with his front leg still in a cast, slowly hobbled over, giving a happy, high-pitched bark.
She squeaked, “Hold on, buddy; let me undo the seat belt.”
Max reached over the bench seat to release it for her.
Amanda could rub her neck only for a split second before Greg was squeezing her tightly. “I’s missed you, ’Manda! I’s missed you!”
Amanda hugged him in return, breathing in the fresh pine scent of him. She ran a hand through his messy hair. “I’ve missed you too. Did you have fun?”
“Yes, lots of fun.” He released her and stepped back. “We made Christmas trees!”
“You did?”
Ron came up and gave her a great big bear hug. “Welcome home.”
“It’s good to be home,” she replied, really meaning it with all her heart.
Amanda saw Ron’s eyes flick to her ring finger, but before she could say anything, Ron just gave her a wink.
Spotting the exchange, Max quickly faced his mother, clearing his throat. “Mom, I know what present you’ve always wanted the most for Christmas. And I know it’s way too early for Christmas, but—”
He bent over and whispered in her ear, “She said yes.”
Mary Ann’s face lit up, and silvery tears pooled in her eyes. With a happy cry, she rushed over to hug Amanda.
“Oh my God! Oh my God! That’s the best Christmas present ever!” She stopped and looked anxiously from Max to Amanda’s flat stomach and back. “Well, unless there’s more you need to tell me?”
Max groaned loudly.
“Well, get busy, Son! You only have six months until Christmas.”
“Mother!”
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About Brothers in Blue: Marc
Meet the men of Manning Grove, three small-town cops and brothers, who meet the women who will change the rest of their lives. This is Marc’s story…
Officer Marc Bryson doesn’t believe women should be in law enforcement. Ever. When his older brother, Max, is promoted to the small town’s police chief the first thing he does is hire a woman fresh out of the academy. Then makes Marc her Field Training Officer.
Determined to follow in her late father’s footsteps, Leah Grant has the moxie to break any glass ceiling that stands in the way from becoming a police officer. Even if that means proving to her coach—who only wants her in his bed and not in the field—she’s worthy of being a permanent member of the force.
Working in a man’s world, Leah challenges Marc’s misconceptions about women in the line of duty. But as they struggle to separate their work life from their undeniable chemistry, things continue to steam up and get a little kinky. These two officers of the law must toe the line after being caught red-handed.
In the end, can Leah prove to Marc that she is good as backup as well as in bed?
“The lioness is not submissive.
She merely lets the lion be king for as long as it pleases her.”
~ Unknown
1
What the fuck do you mean a woman?” Corporal Marc Bryson all but sputtered over the chief’s desk and the too-tidy piles of paperwork, which were perfectly spaced apart on the spotless surface.
The chief, who just happened to be his older brother, lifted an eyebrow. “I would hope you would know what a woman is by your age, Marc. Though, now that I think about it, you never did bring any women home when you squatted at my house.”
“Oh, very funny. And I wasn’t squatting. I gave you money every month.”
Max Bryson snorted.
“Anyway, let’s get back to this discussion—”
Max cut him off at the knees. “There will be no discussion. Period. I hired her and you’re going to be her FTO.”
Marc didn’t want to be some woman’s Field Training Officer. No way, no how. Women shouldn’t be cops. Ever.
“Why do I have to train her? Why not Dunn?”
“Because I said so.”
What the fuck. Big brother says so and that’s all, folks. Fellow officer Tommy Dunn wasn’t going to be the new rookie’s FTO because he was too easygoing, he would coddle the female, not train her for the real world in policing. And Marc would. Plus, Dunn wasn’t certified to be an FTO. Though that was just semantics. Right?
Shit. Marc wouldn’t give any slack to a woman fresh out of the academy. Max knew how much he opposed women in law enforcement. If she wanted to be treated as an equal, then Marc would have no problem being tough and inflexible with the rules just because she was a w—new recruit. Right.
Fine. But he didn’t have to be happy about it.
“Let me just remind you that you’re a corporal now. I warned you when you accepted the promotion that with the buck increase in your weekly salary you’re getting”—Max snickered—“more responsibility.”
Max was obviously enjoying this, not giving a flipping fuck how Marc felt about this new “responsibility.” If his older brother could find a way to bust his balls, he did it.
Fighting this would be pointless. Marc exhaled loudly in defeat. “When does she start?”
Max glanced at his black G-Shock wrist watch. “As soon as Dunn is finished issuing all her equipment.”
Marc’s head snapped up and he thought he’d have to shove his eyeballs back into their sockets. “Today?”
Max laughed. “Got a problem with that, Corp?”
Marc took another deep breath. He kept playing into Max’s hands. He needed to act like this whole thing didn’t bother him. Otherwise, Max would ride him hard until he broke. Big brothers were assholes like that. The power of becoming chief had gone to his head. He didn’t know how his wife put up with him.
Oh, that’s right. Amanda didn’t take any of his shit. One misstep and that woman brought him to his knees. Whap! Marc looked down at the floor while he chuckled.
“Something funny, brother?”
“Nope. Max, you interviewed her, so what does she look like?” He hoped she wasn’t someone prissy, more worried about breaking a nail than doing actual police work. Nor did he want a beast. A woman who would look like she could break Marc in half.
“It shouldn’t matter what she looks like. Get your priorities straight. She graduated the academy at the top of her class. That’s what’s important.”
“Chief, we’re done,” Tommy Dunn called out from the hallway as he turned the corner. His large, lanky body suddenly filled the office doorway and Marc couldn’t see the new officer.
Apparently neither could Max. “Why don’t you get the hell out of the way, and let her through? Get back out on patrol. I’m sure Mrs. Johnson needs her cat rescued again.”
The redhead shuffled his feet. “No problem, Max.”
Marc shook his head and chuckled softly. He waited. Dunn never learned.
Max cleared his throat loudly and gave Tommy the stink eye. “Excuse me?”
Dunn’s face paled, which illuminated the countless freckles covering his face. “I meant chief. Sorry, Chief.” With a mumble, Dunn backed up, then jerked forward as he bumped into the person behind him. He excused himself and rushed off.
Marc leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms and ankles and waited, a frown front and center on his face.
After a few moments of no sign of the rookie, Max barked, “Grant, get in here!”
A figure appeared in the open doorway and she stood at attention, her body stiff and tight. Marc did a preliminary inspection, starting at her feet. She wore black tactical boots, the dark blue summer uniform of the depa
rtment, a full duty belt that looked like it weighed more than she did, and as his gaze rose, her torso looked out of proportion. What the hell?
Something looked seriously wrong with her Kevlar vest underneath her uniform.
Marc jumped to his feet and stood with legs apart, pointing at her chest. “What’s wrong with your vest?”
A blush rose from the tight collar of her shirt into her cheeks as she stared at his finger. “Sir, it’s too big, Sir.”
Fuck that double “sir” shit. Academy bullshit they drilled into you. While attending the academy, you could be at the grocery store on the weekend and have to ask a stock boy a question and you’d start and end the question with a sir. Sir, where are the kumquats, Sir? The teenager would look at you as if you’d grown two heads.
“I’ll order you a new vest,” Max said. “Just bear with that one for now. I don’t want you going without. It’s in our Field Regulations.”
“Sir, yes, Sir.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, drop the sir echo,” Marc barked. Okay, maybe a little harsh for the first day, but he was annoyed. Just a tad. This whole FTO thing was a flaming bunch of bullshit. And now he was stuck training someone who probably would faint at the sight of blood and hide when shit went down. “And stop standing in the doorway. Get in here front and center.”
She rushed to the center of Max’s office, heels together, fists clamped to the sides of her thighs, head up, eyes staring forward focused on some spot above Max’s head.
“By the way, Grant, the corporal here will be your FTO.”
Marc narrowed his eyes at the wide smile his brother wore. Then he caught the quick flick of her gaze toward him before pinning it straight ahead again. He circled her closely, looking her up and down. He checked the tuck of her uniform shirt into her pants, he checked the crease on her sleeves—it had to be centered from her shoulder directly through the patch to the hem. It was. He moved around to stand directly in front of her, less than a foot away. By being in her personal space he was testing her. Would she step back or stand her ground?
He flicked her name tag with his index finger. “Your tag is crooked. Fix it. Did you even read the regulations?”
As she repined the black and silver tag that said GRANT straight with trembling fingers, Marc wondered if Max had even provided her copies of the department’s Administration and Field Regulations as well as their SOPs—Standard Operating Procedures—yet.
“Sir—”
“Corporal,” Marc corrected her sharply.
“Corporal…” Her eyes jumped to his nametag. Confusion crossed her face, but it was hidden in a flash. “Bryson. I have studied the SOPs, the FRs, and the ARs as required.”
Well, well, well. Max was on it. Good for big brother. And good for the recruit. But she’d have to do a lot more than that to impress him.
“Every day while you’re in field training expect to be inspected like this. Get used to it. And make sure you’re squared away before beginning your shift.”
He studied her from head to toe one last time. But this inspection was of her, not her uniform. She stood about five-six. She probably weighed a hundred and twenty pounds at best. And she was young. Maybe twenty-five. Young enough to think she could make a difference out in the world. She may be disappointed.
He sucked in a deep breath, steeling himself for what, he didn’t know, but it turned out to be a mistake. A big one. He inhaled her unmistakable scent. Not perfume, no. It was light, floral. He couldn’t help sniff a little more, trying not to be obvious. It was her shampoo, or her soap, or her body lotion. Something that caught his attention. Her dark hair was pulled back into a thick, tight bun, not a stray hair to be seen. It made him wonder how long it actually was when let down. Her thick eyelashes surrounded amazing hazel eyes. It had to be his imagination when they flashed different colors, from gold to brown to green, all within a dark outer ring. Had to be; irises didn’t change colors. Her nose was thin and straight, her cheekbones high and blooming with color from his detailed inspection. And her lips…
Fuck. Marc stepped back and cleared his throat.
Max cut into his thoughts. “Grant, why don’t you go and wait in the patrol room. Your FTO will be with you in a couple minutes so he can start showing you the ropes. Close the door on your way out, would you?”
“Thank you, S—Chief.” She spun on the ball of her right foot and marched stiffly out of the office.
Polyester uniform pants were never flattering on anyone, man or woman, but somehow she managed to make her tight little ass looked good in them. A sigh almost slipped past his lips.
“Was it good for you?” Max asked him.
“What.”
“You stripping her bare in your head.”
“I didn’t,” he grumbled. Was it that obvious? He didn’t want to check for it, or even look, but he might have a chubby.
“Keep it professional. Don’t make me have to write you up, or worse, for doing something stupid.”
“Why did she have to be so—”
Max slammed his palm on the desk top, making Marc jump. “Don’t fuck this up, Corporal. We’re already shorthanded and I need her. We need her. With Matt still overseas and since Chief Peters retired, there’s been a gaping hole. Unless you want to work constant doubles, then do everything you can to make sure she’s trained properly and is an asset to this department. As for you being stuck with all sixty days of her training, I have no other option. You’re it until our baby brother gets his feet back on American soil. And even then, I don’t think his head will be in the game enough to train another officer.”
Once their youngest brother gets back from his stint in the Marines, it could be possible that he would need refresher training anyway.
Like it or not, Marc will have to spend the next two months as their new female recruit’s shadow.
He was so screwed.
2
Marc beelined it down the station hallway and as he passed the patrol room he barked, “Let’s go,” without breaking stride. He heard the scrape of a chair and some scrambling before he slammed both palms against the panic bar of the station’s back door with more force than necessary. It took off some of the edge, but not enough.
He stepped out into the early morning April sun. A little chill still permeated the air, but he could live with it. It was better than dealing with humidity, which would be here soon enough. Wearing polyester, a duty belt, and bullet-proof vest sucked big time when the weather turned muggy and hot.
He went to the nearest black-and-white, turned on a dime, and tossed the keys without warning to the rookie. Luckily, she was only steps behind him and caught them mid-air like a pro. “Do your pre-shift inspection.”
Without hesitation or even a question, she moved around the car to inspect tires and for body damage. After pulling on leather patrol gloves, she opened the doors, checking for hidden drugs and weapons in the back seat and under the front seats. She opened the trunk to make sure there were enough flares and the first aid kit was full.
Marc stared at the pavement, toeing some loose gravel, but would occasionally lift his head as she moved around the patrol car to make sure she was doing the inspection properly. Of course, every time he looked she just happened to be bent over. He pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers. Just his fucking luck.
When she finished, she stepped in front of him, the tops of her new, shiny black boots filling his view. Without a word, he held out his hand and she dropped the keys into his palm before walking around to the passenger side. He heard the door open and shut. When he finally opened the driver’s door, she was already seated, pulling the seat belt across her chest. The oversized vest had pushed up and he could only see her head. She no longer had a neck.
“If you need to take that off, do so.”
“Sir.” She stopped with a grimace and quickly corrected herself. “No, Corporal, I’m fine with it on.”
Her voice sounded just like honey tasted. Thick, sweet, and
sticky, clinging to his brain cells. Not only the ones between this shoulders, but also the uncontrollable “brain” hanging between his balls. He gave himself a minute before getting in the car.
Sixty days was going to be a fucking lifetime.
Leah swallowed hard as her new supervisor strapped himself into the driver’s seat. He started the Ford and checked the side mirrors before adjusting the rearview mirror by a smidgeon.
The first day on any job was always nerve wracking, but when you were a rookie police officer, everything seemed a thousand times worse. It was to be expected that there would be more than normal pressure on her due to being a female. And she was joining an all-male department. Leah was okay with working with all men, though, and actually preferred it. She hated female work drama. However, she wasn’t quite sure they were going to be fine with working with her.
Leah straightened her spine. Tough shit. They’d have to accept it. She worked her ass off in the academy and graduated at the top of her class. She even gave a speech at graduation. Fuck the haters. And no doubt there were plenty, even during the academy. Fair? No. However, life wasn’t fair, and unfortunately, she was entering a male-dominated career. But following in her father’s footsteps was important to her.
The hell if she was about to let some arrogant, but admittedly hot, corporal ruin it for her.
He didn’t know just how stubborn she could be. When she wanted something, she went balls to the wall for it. Well, he’d find out soon enough.
She just had to last sixty days with him. Forty working days. Three hundred and twenty goddamn hours. She glanced down at her black utility watch. Three hundred and nineteen hours and fifteen minutes.
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