<i><b>James</b></i><br /><br />Trinity had a way of getting under my skin. From the moment we met, she pushed me. With each push, I wanted her more, but she hated me. I saw it in the sneers and the eye rolls and the looks of disgust when I took another woman home. She didn&rsquo;t need to know I was only doing it to piss her off.&nbsp;<br /><br />She never asked for anything or even acknowledged me most of the time. Until one night. She needed me. And there was nowhere else I&rsquo;d rather be than holding her in my arms. Except maybe holding her in my arms when she wasn&rsquo;t crying.&nbsp;<br /><br /><i><b>Trinity</b></i><br /><br />The very last person I wanted anything from was Officer James Rucker. If there was any option at all, I wouldn&rsquo;t call him, but I had no choice. I needed a cop.&nbsp;<br /><br />To my surprise, he came. He helped. He was the guy everyone else knew instead of the @$$ he always was to me.&nbsp;<br /><br />I didn&rsquo;t know what to do with that. It was easy to keep him in the box I put him in. To tell myself it didn&rsquo;t matter how sexy his smile was or how hard my insides clenched when he left with another woman.&nbsp;<br /><br />No. No. No. I wasn&rsquo;t going to think of James like that. I couldn&rsquo;t. I wanted fun in my life, and he was the polar opposite of that.&nbsp;<br /><br />We weren&rsquo;t right. We weren&rsquo;t an option. It didn&rsquo;t matter if he was starring in my dreams. Or knocking on my door&hellip;