In Two Weeks (NY State Trooper Series)

In Two Weeks 

New York State Troopers Series Book One 

by 

Jen Talty

Chapter One 

Ryan O’Connor shut her cell phone, dropping it in her purse. She smoothed down the front of her new denim miniskirt in a lame attempt to calm her nerves. She hated hang-ups and this was the third one today.

She adjusted her overpriced, lace-trimmed camisole. The expensive cotton caressed her skin as if it were silk. She glanced in the mirror one more time, then pointed a finger at herself. “I hope you know what you’re doing, sister.” She grabbed her purse, flicked off the lights, and headed out the door.

A sudden burst of cool Lake George air smacked against her skin and goose bumps trickled down her arms. In this part of New York, spring temperatures ranged from freezing to bathing suit weather, but she’d always enjoyed the diversity.

The moon shone high in the dark cloudless sky, casting an eerie glow. A small fishing boat hummed along the shoreline while she walked the half-mile from her rented carriage house to her brother’s restaurant, The Mason Jug.

The sound of rubber spinning wildly on the pavement caught her attention. Headlights flashed on, almost blinding her as a car whizzed by, sending pebbles in the air, pelting her legs. The wind swirled as the car sped past.

She jumped to the side. “Jerk,” she muttered, combing her fingers through her hair. Hopefully she’d gotten all the strands back in the proper place. She wanted to look perfect. Sexy. She glanced over her shoulder and listened to the tires screech as the car rounded the corner and out of sight. Idiot didn’t even honk his horn.

She gave up on the hair and slowed her steps to a snail’s pace. Propositioning Jared Blake last night hadn’t been her most brilliant idea. He barely even viewed her as a grownup, much less a bed partner. Not that it mattered. The hunky state trooper had accepted a job transfer and would be moving in two weeks.

Broken gravel crunched under her shoes as she made her way up the path toward the main door of the converted old barn. Her brother had done a bang-up job of remodeling. He had spent a small fortune on making the building look like a cozy log cabin. He’d even put in fresh perennials around the entire building. The bright neon sign hanging above the doorway was the only indication that this structure was indeed a bar and not a home. Well, that and this stupid gravel parking lot. She’d begged her brother to pave it, but he thought it added to the
rustic
feel of the place.

The smell of baby back ribs sizzling on the grill assaulted her nose. There wasn’t anything better than a barbecue on a cool spring night.

She clasped her hand on the doorknob, knowing her best friend Penny had been up to something. She turned her wrist and pushed back the door.

“Surprise! Happy birthday!”

She gasped, covered her mouth, and did her best to look shocked. Penny leaped at her, hurtling her into the door. “Geez, let me breathe, would ya?” Ryan laughed as she glanced at all the balloons dancing against the rugged beams. The inside of the Mason Jug still looked more like a barn, but that was part of the charm.

Her friends pulled at her like the rope in a game of tug-of-war. Although not a surprise, the party did give her a chance to relax. She’d never planned a one-night stand before. Heck, she’d never had one. But what scared her most was that Jared hadn’t run for the hills when she suggested they take a walk on the wild side.

Although he hadn’t agreed to participate in anything. Actually, he’d chuckled, kissed her temple, and left her leaning against her door, breathless. He’d probably thought she’d been joking since he had ignored the proposition.

“Wow, Pen. Great job.” Ryan checked out the decorations. Fresh red and white flowers filled the center of every table and booth, matching the checkered tablecloths. Leave it to Penny to make sure nothing clashed. A big ‘happy birthday’ sign dangled above the bar. “I can’t believe you did this.”

“Yeah, well.” Penny shrugged. “Come on, let’s mingle.”

Ryan spent the next hour alternating between laughing and looking over her shoulder for Jared. Just once, she would have liked him to put something before his job. She winced. Sex with her probably wasn’t high on his to-do list.

She licked her fingers after stuffing her mouth with the best chocolate cake in town. “This is from the baker we use at the hotel.” She poked Penny in the arm. “Who’d you get to help you with all this?”

“Not telling. Did I surprise you?”

“Not really.” The front door opened, and her stomach jumped into her throat. She held her breath for a long moment, but it wasn’t Jared who had stepped into the restaurant. Closing her eyes, she exhaled. What had she been thinking offering herself up like a desperate schoolgirl? And to Jared of all people. She blinked open her eyes only to find Penny looking at her as if she were some pathetic spinster or something. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you feel sorry for me or something.”

“Well, I did hear that Jared took a transfer to some unit in Rochester, New York. And he’s selling the house. You okay?” Penny offered a hug.

“Why wouldn’t I be okay?” Ryan pulled away.

Penny tilted her head. “Please, it’s me you’re talking to. I know you’ve got the hots for him.”

Ryan used to think he’d never be able to see her as anything other than his best friend’s dorky kid sister. “And I’m going to have him tonight. Who’s the stud?” She pointed to some guy who had “Penny’s latest” written all over him.

With a sparkling, pearly white smile, Penny responded, “Chuck. I told you about him…” Her jaw dropped and her big brown eyes looked like they were going to pop right out of her head. “What did you say?”

Ryan tried not to laugh. “I talked Jared into spending some ‘quality time’ alone with me.”

“He agreed to do the dirty with you?”

“Not exactly.” Ryan quickly glanced around the room. “I can’t believe you just said that.”

“Hey, you brought it up.” Penny rested both hands on Ryan’s shoulders. “Did you ask him to sleep with you?”

Ryan tugged at Penny’s arm, pulling her to a table. “Not in so many words, but I think he understood my drift.” Ryan narrowed her eyes. “I just took your advice.”

Penny sat down and stared at her. “What, that romance is overrated, and sex is not, and that you should give it a try sometime?”

“Yep, that would be what you said.” Ryan shook her head. “You told me to stop going after the boring tax accountant type.”

“That didn’t really include Mr. Loner.” Penny leaned into the table with a scowl. “Your brother’s right.”

“About what?”

“Get Jared off ‘God’ status, because he’s just a man, a man who isn’t interested, and there are a dozen men out there who are.”

“Wait one minute. You told me to put my cards on the table.” Ryan folded her arms. “You’ve always said I should ask for what I want.”

Penny sighed. “That’s the problem, hon. You don’t want sex with him. You want him for the long haul.”

“Long haul and Jared don’t mix.” Ryan took a deep breath and put on her best smile. “He’s moving in two weeks. Besides, I know exactly what I’m doing. Now tell me about this Chuck guy.”

Penny pursed her lips. “Fine, but don’t come running to me when he breaks your heart.” Her eyes shifted past Ryan. “Chuck is hot.”

“You like him a lot?”

Penny’s eyes twinkled. “That’s the difference between you and me. I never go into something thinking he’s the one.” She winked. “But someday I’ll find my frog when I least expect it.” She stood and stared down at Ryan. “Now get drunk and forget about Jared.”

Sashaying away, Penny ran her hands through her thick, shoulder length, sandy blonde hair and did a quick, sassy toss for good measure. She might not have been tall and sexy, but she had all the assets that men required. Large round breasts, a tight ass, and a personality to die for.

Ryan’s purse vibrated. She dug into it and pulled out her cell phone and muttered a curse. She wouldn’t answer a blocked call again. Whoever this was knew they had the wrong number, so why did they keep trying? “Buzz off.” She tossed the phone back in her purse.

“Who?” Her brother sat down at the table with a concerned look on his face. Considering everything she and Pat had gone through, she knew that he meant well. But his overprotective ways were almost as annoying as Jared’s.

“No one.” She grabbed a handful of popcorn from the basket. “You hear from Jared?”

Pat’s face scrunched even more. “Why?”

“Because he said he’d be here.” Mindlessly, she raised a single buttered kernel to her lips. Over the past few months Jared had been sending her mixed signals. She’d finally had the courage last night to call him on it.

“Then he’ll be here. Did he put the house on the market yet?”

She shrugged. Finding a new place to live did concern her. Jared charged her next to nothing for rent and she loved the area, even though it took forever to get to work in the snow. “He didn’t say.”

Pat leaned closer. “I know Jared’s move has upset you. But it’s about time you got him off that pedestal you’ve had him on for the last few years.”

“I don’t have him on a pedestal.” She grabbed a napkin, wiped the grease from her fingers, and tried to ignore her brother.

“Come on. I see how you look at him.” He tried to bat her nose with his finger, but she swatted it away.

“Oh shut up, will you? I’m not twelve, if you hadn’t noticed.” She gave him the evil eye.

“Could’ve fooled me,” he grumbled, crossing his arms. “You can’t possibly have real feelings for the man. He’s my age.”

She tossed the napkin on the table. “Of course I have feelings for him. He’s been a dear friend to both of us, or do I need to remind you of everything he’s done.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about. You have to let him go.”

“Get off it. I’m just worried about moving. I’ve lived in that carriage house since I was seventeen.” She waved to a couple of girls she had gone to high school with.

“Didn’t Jared say the realtor was listing the property with a money-making tenant?”

“Jared has no control over what the new owners would charge, or do with me. I’m better off renting an apartment near the hotel in Bolton, anyway.”

Pat took both her hands in his. “You could always come live with Marcie and me.”

“Not.” At twenty-three, Ryan had been living on her own since her brother had married five years ago.

Pat leaned back in his chair and scanned the room. “So, how’d your date go last night?”

“How did you know I went on a date?” She glared at her brother. It seemed she couldn’t do anything without dear old brother and Jared knowing about it. Or having a say in it.

“Jared told me.”

“Figures. He was hanging out on the back patio when Tom brought me home. I have to say the date wasn’t anything to write home about, but thanks to Jared, well, let’s just say I won’t be going on a second one with that guy, ever.” Jared had made telling Tom to take a hike a little easier, but it drove her nuts that he acted more like an older brother than a friend. He had this horrible habit of scaring off her dates before they even began.

“Jared said the guy looked like a moron.”

“He thinks everyone I date is a moron.” She rolled her eyes. “Where is he? He should’ve been here by now.”

“I’m sure he offered to stay late or something,” Pat suggested.

He better not have
. She glanced at her watch.

“This week will be hard on him,” Pat said. A sudden sadness washed over his face. “I told him. Too much change around this time of year wouldn’t be good for him, but he’ll never listen.”

“He listens to you, and he’s getting better every year,” she said softly.

Pat rested his hand on her shoulder. “Now that I’m about to be a father, I can have a little empathy for what he must go through.”

“It’s not his fault his son died,” she whispered.

“That’s not what he believes.” Pat rose and pushed the chair in. “Look, I’ve got to get back to the kitchen.” He nodded toward the door. “Jared’s here.”