I might upload a second chapter tonight. It's going to depend on how busy the rest of my day is.

Chapter 3

Hal POV:

I dropped my keys in the bowl on the side table as I walked in the door. I rolled my shoulders, tense from a long day at work. I bent to unlace my boots, setting them in the rack. Shrugging off my jacket, I listened to find where Leslie was in the apartment. I heard the shower running and nodded to myself. It made sense. She had pulled a double and her work was in no way easy, working one of the worst beats in the city. I walked into the bedroom, tossing my socks in the hamper in the corner. I settled in on the bed, content with waiting for her to get out.

Leslie stepped out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel. I found my eyes roaming over her. I sucked in a deep breath, and she smiled. "See something you like?" she purred. The woman was a vixen, long tanned legs, long straight brown hair, a curvy figure, and a lean body. She was my dream woman, and perfect for me.

I felt a blush spread up my neck and she grinned, walking over to me. She straddled me and leaned down and claimed my lips. My hand came up and pulled the towel loose. She laughed softly, deepening the kiss. I tossed it to the side as her hands slipped under my shirt.

Sitting at the table before work with Leslie, I took her hand. "Les invited us to a party."

"Yeah?"

"It's his birthday. He wants us to dress up as our spouses."

Leslie grinned. "So, you're going to dress up as a cop?" she asked.

I shrugged. "If you want to go," I answered.

She smiled. "I can get a uniform for you."

"No, I'll take care of it," I said, shaking my head. She checked her watch.

"I've got to get to work." She sighed. I stood and walked her to the door. She left with one last kiss, and I stood trying to figure out where the hell I was going to get a police uniform.

I pondered that, sitting at my desk. Les walked up and sat on the corner of my desk. "So, are you and Leslie coming to my party?"

"Yeah. I'm trying to figure out where to get a police uniform," I said. Looking back on that day, it had been a mistake to talk to Lester.

"Oh, I know a place you can get one. Give me your sizes and I'll order it for you," he said.

"Really?"

"Yeah, man. Savannah is really looking forward to this." Lester grinned.

I scribbled my sizes out for him on a sticky note and handed it over.

"It should only take a few days to get to the store. I'll give it to you when it comes in."

I nodded, with a faint smile. One less thing to worry about this week. I would be able to tell Leslie that it was taken care of, and we didn't have anything to worry about before the party.

A few days before the party Les brought me the bag and I took it home. I left it in the closet and didn't bother to look at it. We were getting dressed, Leslie putting on a pair of khaki pants and a striped polo shirt. I pulled the police uniform out and pulled it on. Her eyes roaming over me appreciatively, a blush spreading over my face, the tips of my ears growing hot.

"Ready to go?" I asked her.

"Yeah, let's go." She smiled. I held her jacket as she slipped her arms into it, before shrugging mine on.

Hal deserves some happiness with a badass woman :)