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Good Cop, Bad Cop

A Second Chance Romance Novel

By Amber Heart

Copyright 2019 by Amber Heart

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There is no such thing as a one-night stand

Detective Olivia Hardy was excited to meet the new detective. Word in the office had spread quickly on his extensive list of solved cases. Even the Captain was impressed.

The silly rumors on how hot and charming he was couldnt be ignored either. Detective Hardy knew she had to keep a careful eye on this newcomer.

Now imagine her surprise when last nights big mouth hookup strolls through the door The Captain brought the room to attention.

Allow me to introduce the newest member of our team, Detective Damien Macken. Detective Hardy, meet your new partner.

Good Cop, Bad Cop is a standalone romance novel for readers who love second chances. Which cop will you side with?

Chapter One

Macken. Are you even listening to me? Olivia slapped his arm, pulling him from his daze. She was looking down at him, hand on hip, with her usual look of disapproval. Her other hand was holding a case file on the latest New York drug bust. How was she the same woman that drove him crazy that one amazing night of passion?

What? He asked, rubbing his arm.

Why do I even bother? She threw her arms up in disbelief, then stormed to her side of the desk they shared. Why do I always get stuck with your ignorant ass? She asked. What did she say about his ass? Honestly, I must have been a puppy murderer in a past life or something.

Im sorry. He put on his charming smile, though he knew it never worked on her. Not since that night. Unsurprisingly, it didnt help the situation.

I dont give two fucking shits. Ah, there it was. That lovely, sinful mouth of hers. Get your act together, Im sick of checking all your paperwork because youre too busy flirting with every woman who walks in here.

Jealous? He raised an eyebrow. Come on, Hardy. Let me make it up to you.

Unless youre buying me a holiday in the Bahamas, miles away from you, then no thanks. She said, opening the file. She shot him one more look of disapproval and started reading.

He sighed and decided it would be best to keep his mouth shut.

Detective Hardy, Detective Macken. Id like a word, please. Captain Steven Johnson called from his office. He was a young but efficient captain. Everyone respected him, though he received his fair share of banter concerning his age. When it was appropriate, that is.

After you.

No, after you. I insist. Damien smiled and Olivia rolled her eyes.

Detectives!

Damien took the lead, rushing into the office. The captain was sat behind his desk and Olivia shut the door gently behind her, cutting off the chatter from the other room. They stood in front of him, waiting for his questions. It wasnt the first time they had been called into his office together; sometimes it was to discuss cases, other times, it was because their jokes against each other had gone too far.

Id like the debrief on the Alaska drug case. He said, leaning forward a little in his seat.

Well, Mackie, I know you enjoyed this one so much. Why dont you take the lead? We were just discussing it anyway. She offered, giving him a wink.

What? Debrief? He didnt have anything planned. Crap. This was what she had been telling him about and now she was making him suffer.

Urm, well, sir. He stuttered. We caught the bad guys.

Is that all you have to say? He asked, unimpressed.

No, urm, the Alaska drug is now off the streets.

Macken?

Sir?

Get out.

Yes, sir. Damien walked out of the office, not looking either the captain or Olivia in the eye.

Sat back at his desk, Damien was sulking. How could she make him look like such an idiot, especially in front of the captain? He picked up a picture of his old dog from his desk and sat back in his chair. Before moving to New York, Damien had been a dog handler in the British police force and now here he was, being embarrassed by his partner in front of the most important person in the office. It was times like this that made him miss home.

You never stabbed me in the back, bud. He sighed, placing it back down after a moment.

He heard the door of the captains office open and looked over to see what was happening. Olivia was smiling and shaking the captains hand. What a kissass. He had done just as much work on that case as she had. Theyd been working on it for three months and cracked the case together, yet there she was, getting all the reward.

Stop sulking. It was Sergeant Sinclair. She was leaning against his desk, arms folded across her chest, following his gaze across the room. You look like a baby.

Sorry, Sarge, but she made me look like a dick.

Then maybe you should have listened to her. She said.

Do you even know what happened? He asked, perhaps a bit more rudely than he should have.

I dont need to know, Macken. The captain called you both in, you walk out of his office with your tail between your legs, shes shaking the captains hand and youre complaining because you dont like doing paperwork. Its what I call a usual Thursday morning.

Yeah, well

I dont want to hear it, Dame. You knew what you were signing up for when you took the job. So, get your shit together.

Yes, sergeant.

And apologize to her. She commanded, walking off.

What?! Sinclair turned back to him, unimpressed hed raised his voice. Me apologize to her? No way.

That wasnt a suggestion, detective. You messed up and youre punishing her for it.

How exactly is she getting punished? He asked, looking over to see her chatting amicably with the captain.

Livs now having to do the work for both of you, making excuses for you yet again. Dont you think she wants her partner in there with her? She asked.

Probably not, no. She hates my guts. He said, flicking through a file.

Only because you never finish the job properly. How would you like it, if she only half-assed the physical work? What if she made you chase down a perp with no back up?

Then she wouldnt be a very good partner Oh, I get it. He sighed.

There we go. She smiled. It always made Louisa happy whenever she helped her detectives with something they struggled with. Especially when it was Damien.

Ill apologize. He said.

Always nice chatting with you, Mackie. She smiled, clapping his shoulder.

Damien watched Olivia walk into the breakroom at lunchtime. Perfect time to apologize. He stood up from his desk, rehearsing what he was going to say, and the captains voice called him from across the room, asking him to come to the office again.

Sir, I just have to do this one thing. Damien tried to avoid it.

Now, Macken. That was his commanding voice and if he wanted to avoid more trouble, he had better listen. He walked into the captains office and shut the door behind him.

Sir. He greeted.

Do you want to explain what happened earlier? He asked, hands clasped together.

Ive just got a lot on my mind, sir. He said.

Leave it at the front door, detective. If its so troubling that its disrupting your work, talk to one of our welfare officers. Encouraged the captain.

Its not that serious, sir. He said, not being entirely truthful.

Then why such a big mess up before?

I guess I wasnt taking the job seriously enough, sir. But, Ive had a word with the sergeant and shes put me on the straight and narrow. I was just about to apologize to Detective Hardy. He said.

Oh, well, thats good to know. Youre a good detective, Macken, but you let yourself down. Work on it and youll do well for yourself. Said the captain.