It had been a long
night, and Constable Kendra Givens was ready to clock out and
collapse in bed when a call came through twenty minutes before
her shift ended. And it couldn't be a run-of-the-mill call
either. Oh no. It was a break-and-enter at Jake's Pub. Just who
she wanted to deal with this morning - Jake Symonds.
She pulled into the empty parking lot and
sighed. The pub was the newest watering hole between Wolfville
and Kentville, and she was no stranger to calls from the staff.
Sometimes things got a little heated as the night wore on and
the drinks flowed freely. Luckily, the majority of calls dealt
with throwing a local in the drunk tank for the night to sleep
Most of the time she managed to avoid
talking to Jake, with his thickly lashed hazel bedroom eyes and
crooked know-it-all smile that met at two ridiculous dimples.
He was too confident. Cocky, even. Just the kind of guy that
rubbed her the wrong way and tried her patience.
As she shut off the cruiser he appeared in
the door of the pub. The sun was already up and cast a golden
light on the shrubs and trees around the barn-like structure. It
was August, and she should be just getting up to enjoy the
summer day rather than wanting to go to bed. She should be
looking forward to an afternoon at the beach rather than
sleeping in her hot apartment with no air conditioning.
Instead she was face-to-face with cocky
Jake Symonds. Perfect.
She slammed the door of the car and strode
to the pub entrance. It's your job, she thought. Just
get it over with and then it's beddy-bye time.
Jake was waiting for her at the doorway,
wearing faded jeans and a button-down shirt that was,
thankfully, buttoned but left untucked. His eyes looked sleepy,
and the shadow of a day's whiskers stubbled his jaw. Dammit. She
might not like Jake, but she couldn't deny he was a looker.
Especially now, all sexily rumpled and without his trademark
half-smile. He looked pretty grouchy now that she thought about
For some reason the idea gave her pleasure.
The day was looking up after all. Perhaps this time she'd have
the upper hand. Because normally Jake had a way of staring at
her that made her feel about four inches shorter and about ten
years younger. With pimples. And braces.
"Jake," she greeted, keeping her voice
curt. She was here to do a job, and the sooner they got through
it the sooner she could be out of here.
"Constable Givens. Pleasure as usual."
Annoyance flared at the ironic tone in his
voice. She suspected that getting under her skin was his
goal anyway, so she ignored it and looked blandly into his
stupidly handsome face. "Heard you had a break in."
"Looks that way. Woke up when I heard the
car doors slam, but I was too late. Got a make and partial plate
for you though."
"Great. Let's go in and get this over with,
Jake stood aside and let her open the door.
Her cheeks heated as she realized he'd deliberately let her do
it herself. Not that she expected a man to open a door for her
everywhere she went, but she knew with Jake it was deliberate.
He didn't do anything without a purpose. It had always been that
way, she suspected.
The inside of the pub was dim with the
lights off. The smell of alcohol from the previous night still
lingered in the air, mingled with the scent of frying grease and
French fries. Kendra's stomach let out a low growl, but in the
silence of the open room it was embarrassingly loud.
"End of shift for you, I expect."
"Yes, just about, so let's get this done so
I can go home, yeah?"
He moved past her and his scent followed,
something fresh and slightly spicy, and she realized quite
suddenly that Jake had showered before bed. None of the smells
of a night tending bar were on him. She swallowed thickly as an
image - quite unwanted - flitted through her brain of Jake
underneath the hot shower spray in the middle of the night.
Was he as beautifully built as he used to
be? She imagined so. She swallowed. She'd been a newbie officer,
and he'd been home on leave before being deployed overseas
again. That was before he'd opened his own place. Back then he'd
taken to frequenting the other establishments in the area. And
on that particular night he'd been the one in trouble for
public drunkenness, and she'd been the arresting officer who'd
had to put him in the tank to cool his jets.
Right after she'd made him put his clothes
back on. The memory of that evening still made her squirm
uncomfortably. His eyes had laughed at her, all green and impish
She probably hadn't needed to cuff him, but
she had anyway to prove a point. Of course, Jake being Jake,
that had opened the door to a whole other level of innuendo.
Suggestions he'd felt free to make during the whole drive.
Now he was supposed to be all respectable,
a business owner in the community, blah, blah. Kendra frowned at
his back as they made their way to the back entrance of the pub.
She should be able to forget it, right?
But she suspected a woman didn't easily
forget the sight of nearly naked Jake. And what made matters
worse was that he knew it.
"At times achingly sweet and others steamy and ablaze with
passion, In the Line of Duty is the perfect book for a
veranda, a swing and your favourite summer drink."
(Debbie R, reader)
"The overall innocence displayed by the
two when not getting hot and heavy makes this a short and
"I thoroughly enjoyed In the Line of
Duty; the characters were rich, their backgrounds
intriguing, and their story captivating."
Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews
From In The Line of Duty by Donna Alward
Copyright 2012 by Donna Alward
Cover art used with permission