Behind the badge and the pretty face was a heart. A heart that bled just like the rest. A heart that was so in love with Viddy Sheffield that it was humiliating. Trance had been burned before by a woman that couldn’t handle the fact that he risked his life each and every time he went on shift. She was too vulnerable; somehow he had to convince his heart to let her go. His life would chew her up and spit her out.
Viddy couldn’t get the man out of her head. Just the thought of Trance put a smile on her face. And when he walked into the same room? Words couldn’t explain. God help her, but she was even in a relationship with another man. She shouldn’t be thinking about the sexy biker with the voice that made shivers dance down her spine.
Then the unthinkable happens, and the sexy cop she can’t stop thinking about is there for her, giving her what she never knew she needed. One moment in time, and she finds herself falling for the man, lock, stock, and barrel. The two of them have a lot of work to do to make this relationship succeed. What they didn’t know, however, was that there were people behind the scenes that were working to keep them apart. Sometimes the saying is true. You can’t always have what you want.
You know those times where you watch a movie, and the woman rouses the man from sleep and he wakes up and reverses their positions? Where the woman is flipped sideways on the bed, and she ends up underneath of him?
Yeah, Trance didn’t work like that. Instead, he just rolled over and dumped me off on the floor.
My head struck the side of the table as I went, causing me to wince.
I couldn’t help the giggling, though, which is what eventually woke him from his dream.
“Viddy?” He asked.
I heard the snick of the light, and then I saw it.
“Oh, My God.” I breathed. “I can see you with half my left eye.”
Trance’s face went from frowning to confused. And then slowly morphed into joy.
I was feeling all of those things, too. Joy, confusion, hope, denial, everything and more.
Suddenly I was hauled up by my armpits to straddle him the way I’d been doing it earlier.
“I can see you from here, over.” I whispered hopefully, starting in the middle of my left eye making a sweeping motion with my hand to the left.
His smile was fucking beautiful.
Out of all the things in the world I’d wanted to see over the years, his smile and face had been near the top of my list.
“You have a cleft chin.” I said, indicating the indention on his chin with my finger.
He smiled, and his dimples popped out. Honest to God dimples.
He also had a row of perfectly shaped, beautiful white teeth.
“God, you really are gorgeous. And your eyes!” I said, leaning closer until I was staring into the left one, taking in the striations and flecks of blue.
His breathing stalled in his chest at my closeness, and when I started to pull away, finally realizing what I was doing, he held me firm, refusing to let me go.
“Trance,” I said hesitantly. “Uhh, I’m sorry for waking you. But you were having a nightmare.”
He nodded. “I have those a lot. What happened right here?” He asked as he rubbed his finger over the mark on my forehead where I’d struck the night table.
“I hit my head on the night table when you rolled over.” I said sheepishly. “I was trying to wake you up. You know in the movies, it never works like that.”
He chuckled, and then leaned forward, placing his warm, wet lips on the mark. “I’m sorry. I’m not really a Prince Charming.”
“That’s okay, I’m not really looking for Prince Charming,” I said.
Leaning closer, I was millimeters away from his lips when the bedroom door crashed open.
“What the fuck, Bro! You were supposed to pick me up at the airport!”
Lani Lynn Vale is a married mother of three living in the greatest state in the world, Texas. She is currently a student pursuing her bachelor’s degree in nursing. When she’s not cooking, cleaning, wiping dirty faces free of permanent marker stains, going to school, or running errands, you can find her at her computer lost in her fictional character’s world.