“I learned to color outside the lines long ago.”We stopped by the river, sunlight glinting off the water. Some guys want to be controlled, and I gave them that.”His gaze met mine. Gay sex I was off duty, still in workout clothes, grabbing eggs and peanut butter. He didn’t ask to come back with me. He was right, and I didn’t want to run from it. Officers rarely patrolled back there. I attended counseling three times weekly with Dr. Because he was right.That night, I sat in his cousin’s backyard under a broken patio umbrella. “This is a start. “You could be.”He smiled. “I’ll handle it,” I said, voice low.He handed me a folded paper. I thought about quitting more than once. You’re…”“A convicted felon,” he finished. “Get in.”The vinyl was cold against my skin. Then I heard a creak of leather.Marcus stood at the foot of the bed, wearing my uniform—shirt, tie, pants, gun belt, radio, Glock, even my boots and campaign hat.
