Chapter 170: The Precinct Chief's Swagger

It was already late, but Fabian Farrell still hadn't left. At Lola's insistence, he squeezed onto her narrow single bed. With a breathtaking beauty within arm's reach, he spent the night burning with longing-he could touch, but couldn't take it any further. The waiting dragged on until dawn. At first light, Lola had breakfast ready. Fabian couldn't help but think she was the very picture of the ideal wife. After they ate, they headed together to the precinct where she'd filed her report. Lola had...