Terms Of Engagement
She wasn't a stickler for holiday traditions, but this was just wrong.
Lindsay Bradford pushed aside the sagging string of plastic mistletoe that hung just inside the Blue Lagoon's doorway, only to see a half-naked, drunken Santa seated next to the jukebox. She gave serious consideration to heading back to her apartment. The bar was packed. No one had noticed her yet. If she ducked out now, Dace and Jolie would just give her a hard time tomorrow and that would be the end of it. There was nothing worse than being the last to arrive at a Christmas party, anyway.
Especially a party comprised mostly of cops.
Not for the first time, she questioned the wisdom of coming here tonight. Just the thought of being surrounded by a bunch of off-duty policemen had her palms dampening. The fact that the only two friends she'd made in Metro City had turned out to be detectives was the height of irony. But there was a limit to her appreciation for the ironic.
Some fool saw fit to provide drunk Santa with a mike. If that wasn't a sign, nothing was. She backed slowly toward the door.
"All you lovely ladies out there," he boomed in a surprisingly sexy baritone, "c'mon up here a ... read full excerpt from: Terms of Engagement ebook
