Chapter 8

Lily arrived at her flat, still perplexed by the thought of being so completely ridiculous and dumb. The note on Rhye Gosling's nightstand serves as a reminder of how stupid she was. It was no longer necessary to stare and read it a hundred times. But she did anyway. The difficulty was that she have to confront the man who had made her wanton in bed again. Those moans that still rang in her head? It was amazing. No doubt. Those glamorous, amazing, and extraordinary displays of intimacy? Mind-blowing sex? It was perfect. She might be able to call it the best sex she'd ever had. It was a crazy thought because she never wanted to forget it. Her memories of his lips were still vivid. His kisses.

But who would have guessed she'd wreck someone else's life by being so enraged that it became the topic and conversation of the online community? It was not like there weren't any homosexual policemen in the world... Sgt. Anderson, on the other hand, was the wrong man, and she wanted to kick hers