Stacy calmly placed her hand on Randy’s hand where she was still holding on to her arm. “Get your hands off me. And no, I wasn’t married to an asshole cop. I’ve never been married not that it’s any of your business. As far as imaginary ego; I’m pretty sure that you do, in fact, have an ego. You’re a cop, you’re drop dead gorgeous and you have a great body so how could you not have an ego?” Where the hell did that come from?
Randy’s eyebrows shot up and her eyes fell to Stacy’s hand that was covering her own. She slowly let go of grip on Stacy’s arm. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to grab you.”
“You’re lucky you’re not lying on the ground. My sister would have put you down without a second thought.” Stacy said eyeing her.
Randy looked at her questioningly, but didn’t ask. “Let’s start over okay?” Randy said in a calm tone. “I apologize for yelling at you. It’s not an excuse, but I had a really bad night and well you just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Will you please forgive me?”
Stacy’s blue eyes held Randy’s gaze without flinching. “It’s not all your fault. I seem to have an innate ability to run into you, literally. Truth is, I am not in a good mood either, so I’m sorry for yelling at you too.”
“Is this the part where we kiss and make up?” Randy said with a smirk on her face.
“Only in your dreams officer. Only in your dreams.” Stacy replied shaking her head. “I knew it, you do have an ego.”
“If I had such a big ego, I wouldn’t have asked. I would have just kissed you and expected you to want it.” Randy laughed half-heartedly.
Stacy squinted and stared at Randy. “Try that and see how far it gets you.”
Randy started towards her and Stacy’s eyes grew enormous. “Relax Evans; I’m not going to kiss you.” She hugged Stacy quickly before releasing her. “I am sorry about earlier.”
A smile crept on to Stacy’s face. “Do you want to talk about your night?” Phew, I really thought she was going to kiss me. What a mess that would have been.
Randy’s facial expression immediately changed. “Nothing you need to be bored with. It was just a bad accident; a hit and run. In fact you may end up processing some of the evidence.”
“Did I say something wrong?” Stacy asked quickly, noticing the change. Jesus, can I do nothing right with this woman?
“No, no I’m sorry. It wasn’t anything you said. Some things are just hit a little closer to home. I’m usually pretty good at keeping my personal feelings out of it.” Randy realized they were sitting on the couch and was at a loss on how they ended up there. Now who isn’t being very observant? How the hell did you end up on her couch talking to her about your night without even realizing it? What am I doing? This can only lead to trouble in a big way.
“It was a hit and run you said? A pedestrian or another vehicle? What kind of evidence did you guys find?” Stacy peppered her with questions, her curiosity peaked.
Randy took a deep breath. “Pedestrian. A woman who was about six months pregnant. She was in really bad shape. They took her by life flight to Carolina’s Medical Center. Our desk sergeant told us that she died in recovery after surgery and the baby is in ICU.”
“Oh my God! Who hits someone and just drives away? You said Carolina’s? Ugh, I am sure my sister helped deliver the baby then. She was on duty there tonight.” Stacy said, trying to understand how people could be so callous.
“Your sister works at Carolina’s? Do you think she would know any more information about the baby? I mean, I’m not even sure if it’s legal for her to give out that information? I would really like to see him, if that’s at all possible.” Randy looked away before Stacy could read her expression.
She is getting emotional over this. Maybe I’m wrong about her ego if she gets caught up in the wellbeing of a tiny baby she has no connection to. “I can ask if you want me to. If it wasn’t so late, I would call her but I’m sure they are in bed, the pregnancy is zapping all of Rebecca’s energy.” Stacy said before she realized she had opened the door to a conversation she wasn’t ready to have.
“Rebecca? I thought you said your sister’s names were Shawn and Sam? Who is Rebecca?” Randy looked confused.
Damnit, why do you have to be a cop who is trained to remember things! Stacy signed inwardly. “Rebecca is my sister Shawn’s partner. They are pregnant with twins.” She kept the information to a minimum.
Randy raised her eyebrow at her. “Your sister is a lesbian? How can you be such a phobe when your sister is gay?”
“A phobe? Are you saying that I’m homophobic? How dare you, you don’t know anything about me you presumptuous asshole!” Stacy jumped up from the couch.
“Whoa! You really need to learn to control that temper Evans. I didn’t mean to imply that you were a homophobe, more that you don’t seem entirely comfortable in the company of a lesbian.” Randy said gently.
“I have a first name asshole, its Stacy so use it! And why would you say that I’m not comfortable in the company of a lesbian? How would you know?” Stacy baited her. Is she right? Does it make me uncomfortable that I think she’s a lesbian? Let’s see if she confirms that she is.
“Maybe you’re just uncomfortable in my presence then. Do I make you uncomfortable?” Randy stood and moved within inches of Stacy’s face. What am I doing antagonizing her? You’re pushing her too much.
Stacy laughed and didn’t back
