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much as possible to clear my head of the thoughts of Harrison’s body above mine, feeling his hardness press up against me, and wanting him to go that one final step in sink himself inside me.

    No. I had to focus. This wasn’t a pesky neighbor coming by to welcome us home for the holidays. This wasn’t a package delivery. This wasn’t even an old ex-girlfriend of Harrison’s; I shook my head, because he never ever called them girlfriends before. They were always girls he knew, girls he had fun with. Never anything so serious as a girlfriend.

    This wasn’t one of those, come by to welcome Harrison back to town, to see if they could rekindle anything in the brief time he was here. No, this was the law. Harrison had enough experience with the law that they would not give him the benefit of the doubt.

    Even after all his service to this country. When he wasn’t in uniform, the local police had him pegged as a malcontent, a ne’er-do-well.

    A criminal.

    I made my way down the stairs, step groaning as I passed by. First I saw Harrison’s feet, and as I got lower, the view moved up his legs to his amazing ass, to his wide back. From around the edges of his body, clad in his loose shirt and pants, I could see the shapes of two police officers standing side-by-side.

    One was older, and looked vaguely familiar. The other was younger, maybe three or four years older than me, and his eyes shifted around nervously, flicking back and forth between watching Harrison and watching me come down stairs. The other, older, police officer gave me a quick glance then focused all his attention back on his conversation with Harrison.

    The words started to make sense as I got down the steps and closer. “You’ll have to come with us, Harrison.”

    “I just got into town, what’s this about?”

    “You know what this is about. It’s about what happened last night at the Crown. We’ve had some reports.”

    “Reports?”

    “That you assaulted someone in the parking lot.”

    I stood off to the side, not saying a word, but seeing Harrison’s hands balled together in fists. I couldn’t see his face, but I could tell from the back of his body at he was reliving those moments from the Crown parking lot last night when he taught Steve a lesson about trying to force himself on girls.

    “More than that,” the older officer continued, “we spoken to the guy you assaulted. He wants to press charges, and he named you specifically as the man who assaulted him.” The officer stopped and stared at Harrison, gauging his reaction.

    Harrison looked down, away from the police, in my direction behind him. “That’s not the whole story,” he whispered just loud enough for me to hear.

    I stepped forward, and cleared my throat. “Harrison was…”

    Harrison whipped his head around to face me, just as the older police officer put his hand on Harrison’s arm. Harrison shook him off before focusing on me again. “Don’t say a word, Laurel. I’ll take care of this.” The anger in his face and his voice was clear. Harrison was trying to keep it together, and not being as successful as he would like to be.

    I clamped my mouth shut, not wanting to complicate things anymore. I had never dealt with the police, beyond getting a traffic ticket, so I was a little out of my element. Harrison, he was another story. The way the older police officer addressed him, and interacted with him, suggested that they knew each other. I wondered if this police officer had arrested Harrison in the past.

    Harrison turned again to face the officers. “You’re making a mistake.”

    The older officer sighed. “You may be correct. It will be the first time we’ve ever made a mistake if that’s the case. But we have to run this down, and treated with the proper respect. You’ll have to come with us.”

    The younger officer chose that moment to step forward and grasp Harrison’s left arm. That turned out to be a mistake. With a flash Harrison had