Lunch break Corporal Ryan Stewart was on his lunch break when his phone vibrated on his right thigh. He wiped his hand on the paper napkin on his lap and took out his phone. A frown formed on his face as he saw the name flashing before him. Sergeant Romero Martin looked over at him. "You nah answer that?" He was biting into a shrimp patty, Sergeants Cross and Blake looked over chewing food in their mouths. They were in a squad car, parked on Barry Street in Downtown, Kingston. The call ended. Ryan's frown deepened. Sergeant Martin watched him closely. "Yuh good?" Ryan nodded. "Yeah," he said. He was about to put his phone away when Shane called again. "Bredda, answer the phone nuh man!" Cross said. Ryan shot him a glance, then swiped right to accept the call. He put the phone to his ear. "Hello?" he said. "Good," Shane said. "You're on your lunch break , right?" Ryan cleared his throat and coughed. The spi...
He sat on the edge of the bed and reached for her. She sighed and leaned into him — that familiar place. "Lay back, sweetness," he whispered, not as a command, an invitation. Sudie lay back. He came closer, his arms around her, and she could feel how strong he was and how carefully he was holding that strength back for her. Her mouth went dry because he was looking at her like she was the most precious thing he'd ever seen. His hands were warm and gentle — on her shoulders, tracing, adoring. "I'll never get tired of looking at you," he said quietly. "Ever." Sudie's back arched as she whispered his name, not just from his attentive touch, but from being so fully seen. "My darling," he whispered, kissing her forehead, her cheek, her lips again. "For the rest of my life, I get to adore you." "Rhy," she said, swallowing, trying to catch her breath. "Rhy, you make me feel so much I think my heart can't hold i...