Full Disclosure (Nice Guys 2)

“State Trooper Turner,” he said, just in case this was an official call.

“Even your voice is sexy as fuck,” Mitch Knox said on the other end of the line. “Did I catch you at a bad time?”

There was a pause. Something about his heart drumming in his chest and his brain going numb had Cody at a loss for words. Mitch had been on his mind pretty much since he’d left him last night at JR’s. He’d caught himself about two dozen times today daydreaming about the guy. That dark, deep rich voice gave a devious chuckle during his silence.

“How did you get this number?” Cody asked lamely, trying to say something to fill the silence.

“I told you I would find you,” Mitch replied with a hint of arrogance in his tone.

“I don’t remember you saying that.” Right then, Cody banged his forehead against the steering wheel. Was that truly the best he had? There was something about Mitch that screwed up his thought processes every single time he talked to him.

“Let’s see…Cody Turner. Age twenty-six. Our birthdays are close together, yours is June twenty-third, mine’s the eighteenth. Your address is 10410 Main Street, Apt 9B. Want your social?” Mitch asked.

“No, that’s enough,” Cody replied, and then nothing else came out; they were back to silence. He couldn’t think of anything to say…again. He heard Mitch’s laughter and felt the heat creeping up his cheeks.

Dammit! He must’ve come off like a complete idiot.

“You sure have a way of being incredibly tight-lipped. That’s okay. I talk enough for the both of us. Are you working right now?” Mitch asked, filling in his silence.

“Yes, sir,” he answered, watching as a car flew past him on the highway at a high rate of speed. He let them go. Did I just say sir?

“Why is everyone calling me sir these days? When do you get off?” Mitch asked, the humor gone, leaving just the low deep voice that sent shivers up his spine. Cody closed his eyes, and his dick perked up, tightening in his pants.

“In a few hours,” Cody mumbled.

“Good, me too. Can I call you tonight? Like after ten o’clock your time?” Mitch questioned.

“Mmmm, ten? Yeah I think so… I mean, no. I’ve got something going on later, I think,” Cody stuttered, caught off guard by the question, trying to clear his head. He had no idea how long the party at headquarters would last. And since his brain stopped working, he pretty much couldn’t come up with any answers. It took a minute for him to realize Mitch had gone silent. Cody tried to explain.

“I overheard something about them having some kind of party for me this evening at the station. For the new job I got,” Cody rambled, trying to fill the dead space.

“Well, text me when you’re done. I should be off too. Do you ever Skype?” Mitch asked.

“I haven’t before, but it’s on my computer,” Cody answered.

“All right, this is my cell. Save it, okay?” Mitch asked.

“Okay. It was good to hear from you.” The words were out of Cody’s mouth before he could stop himself, and this time he banged his head hard enough to actually make it hurt. Who said stupid shit like that?

“I bet,” Mitch growled and gave that chuckle again. The call disconnected. Cody was slower to lower his hand. He was panting just from the sound of Mitch’s voice. His heart had accelerated, and he was sweating from that one phone call. He’d never expected to hear that voice again.

Would he text Mitch later? Absolutely not. The whole way he’d just handled this call and the blush still on his face proved what he already suspected, Mitch Knox was far out of his league. Cody was a small town country boy. Mitch was sexy and worldly. He carried that fuck you attitude. Not to mention, Cody didn’t seem to have a mind of his own when Mitch was within his vicinity. Apparently that included the phone too. Damn, just thinking of that voice and remembering their time together in the car… There was no way in hell Cody would call him. He couldn’t afford this distraction. Mitch messed him up too badly.

After a solid ten minutes of staring out the front window, Cody realized he was doing it again. He was getting hard and worked up just thinking about Mitch. Damn, he really had to get a hold of himself. He just couldn’t afford the trouble he imagined Mitch would bring to his life. What he needed to do was concentrate on his job and his future, nothing else.

On that thought, Cody adjusted himself, lifted his radar gun, and pretended to track the speed of the cars as his mind stayed focused on the best ways he could think of to forget Mitch.

Chapter 16

Mitch sat back, his phone still resting in the palm of his hand. He stared at the picture he’d put above the number. Why was his mind constantly on Cody Turner? Especially when he’d gotten the first real break on a case he’d not only worked but lived for the last several months?

He couldn’t answer those questions, except to say Cody Turner intrigued him.

The vibration of the phone had him pushing those thoughts aside. Colt Michael’s face popped up on his screen. He answered with a slide of the finger. “Hey.”

“Papa Montgomery’s worried. He says you should have been home hours ago,” Colt said in his usual mocking tone.

“I love to think Jace is thinking about me. Makes me all warm and fluttery,” Mitch shot back, laughter in his voice. “Hey, let me talk to him, so I can assure him I’m fine.”

“Like hell you’re talking to him. Your shit’s on the front porch, Knox. No need to even ring the bell,” Colt bated him.

“No, it’s not, Colt. Quit being so melodramatic.” Jace’s voice on the other end of the line had him grinning.

“He does that ‘let me talk to Jace thing’ on purpose, honey. He knows it drives me crazy,” Colt grumbled, but Jace got on the phone, taking over the call.