Hide Your Crazy (KPD Motorcycle Patrol 1)

“And…” Turner urged.

I said a silent thank you to Turner for urging him forward, annoyed that I cared that much.

The man had given me a ticket for God’s sake!

Though I could easily get that ticket dropped if I just took it to my dad.

Our relationship was definitely better now that I decided to kick Jakobe’s ass to the curb, it was still a little strained.

Not that I didn’t absolutely love my father and he loved me just as much right back, but I was tired of having my father fight my battles for me.

Meaning that I tried not to bring petty shit to him if I could help it.

“And since the fish was just lying there dying on the pavement while the two dumbasses fought over it, Logan picked it up and threw it back. When both brothers turned on him, pissed off as all get out, Logan kicked their asses enough to get them to settle down. Then he arrested them for assaulting a police officer,” Castiel explained.

“That’s actually kind of funny,” Turner snickered.

“How big was the fish?” I found myself asking.

“About twenty-four pounds,” I heard a deep voice say from the open doorway.

My heart started pounding a mile a minute as I looked up, my eyes clashing with those beautiful gray ones of Logan’s.

Oh, holy shit.

What was he doing in here?”

His eyes took me in, the dead body in, and then he said, “I thought that you worked at the hospital.”

I shrugged. “Just because I wear scrubs doesn’t mean I work at the hospital.”

At least not anymore, anyway.

“Hmm,” he said softly, wincing slightly when I pulled out the woman’s liver and placed it in the scale to measure.

“How about we take this outside,” Zee suggested. “Jubilee, are you ready? Would you mind showing Logan the upstairs part?”

“Sure,” Jubilee said softly. “But why? Are you planning on arranging someone’s funeral?”

“No,” Logan paused. “I live a dangerous life, though. I thought that I’d go ahead and look around. Zee mentioned something the other day about planning your own funeral before you die. I think I might like to do that.”

When they were gone, leaving me with Castiel and Turner, I tried not to look at them.

But the silence had me sighing in resignation.

“What?” I looked up to find both sets of eyes on me.

Castiel’s I didn’t know why. Turner? Well, I knew why she was. She was a damn nosy woman, that’s why.

“Yes?” I asked.

“You know the sexy stripper cop?” she asked.

I shrugged. “I might have recognized who you were talking about if I could see him on the monitors, but y’all stood in front of it.”

She rolled her eyes.

“How do you know Logan?” she pushed.

I bit my lip.

“You like him!” she accused, pointing at me.

I scoffed. “I don’t.”

“You do!” she pushed.

I shook my head. “He gave me a ticket. How the hell would I get over that enough to like him?”

Castiel’s lips turned up into a smirk as he looked down at his wife.

“What?” I asked. “What am I missing?”

“I gave this one a ticket.” He gestured at his woman with a look of possession. “We’re married now.”

I blinked.

“It’s true,” Turner agreed. “I married him after he gave me a stupid ticket. For stupid reasons.”

Castiel scoffed.

“Whatever,” he grumbled, curling his arm around Turner’s shoulders. “Let’s go see what Logan has to say about her.”

At his suggestion, Turner clapped her hands.

“Let’s!” she chirped.

I sighed and went back to work.

But all while I finished up, I glanced over every couple of seconds to see Logan and my employers talking in the family room of the funeral home.

And whew, boy. Did I have it bad.Chapter 8Good men do exist. We’re just ugly.

-Logan to his ex-wife

Logan

“Are you being serious about wanting to plan your own funeral?” Jubilee asked curiously.

Jubilee, Zee’s wife, was a cute little thing.

“Yes,” I answered her. “It’s only me and my brother now. With us estranged from the rest of our family, I don’t want him to be burdened by having to pay for my funeral.”

“The department will likely pay for it,” Zee interrupted.

“True,” I admitted. “But they bow to the family’s wishes on where it happens. I’ve been eyeing this place on my rides. I like it.”

Honestly, I wasn’t sure what had made me want to come in here all those times I rode by, but there was something about the funeral home that drew me in.

Though they said that Katy had just begun working there.

“You do realize, right, that Katy is the chief of police’s daughter?” Castiel asked.

I didn’t know Castiel well.

I’d only met him here and there at different police functions.

Zee, however, had helped assist with a few of my calls, and we’d formed a friendship through our mutual love of motorcycles. He’d even given me four tattoos.

“Um, what?” I asked.

“You gave the chief of police’s daughter a ticket,” Castiel repeated himself.