One closet. One night. Now I’m risking my badge—and maybe my heart—for a woman I barely know. I didn’t know her name when we got shoved into that closet. Just that she was curvy, gorgeous, and clutching my arm like she trusted me. We were hiding. Breathing each other in. Adrenaline made everything feel sharp. Urgent. Inevitable. We left that closet and fell into bed like gravity made the decision for us. One night. No names. No reason to ever see her again. But fate has other plans.
