Proper Impulse (Jaded Lily #4) by Zeia Jameson
Milo Cipriani is as straight laced as they come. Being a police officer doesn’t afford room for anything but upholding the law to the fullest extent. There are no blurred lines between right and wrong. Milo always does what’s right.
Juniper Jensen has a passion for helping those who can’t necessarily help themselves. Sometimes in a way that isn’t exactly legal. There is no harm in it as long as it’s for a good cause. Humanity is above the law. Juniper fights for that humanity.
What happens when the person who is doing everything all wrong is the most perfect person for you?
Excerpt Proper Impulse (Jaded Lily #4) by Zeia Jameson
I stop at the bodega on the corner of Abercorn and Broughton. I am in desperate need of an energy drink and salty carbs, two things not commonly accessible at work. While standing in front of the cooler, trying to decide which flavor of radioactive neon liquid I want to consume, I feel a heavy, uncomfortable presence fill the space behind me.
“Don’t even think about tucking any of those under your shirt and stealing them.”
I know exactly who it is standing behind me, extremely too close. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. A completely expected reaction to Officer Jackass.
The butterflies lightly fluttering in my stomach, however, is not expected at all.
I look over my shoulder toward him and crinkle my face.
“Try not to commit any crimes right now, please.”
I roll my eyes, open the cooler, and grab a random can, just to move away from him.
“I’m not a thief. And I’m certainly not dumb enough to try to stuff cold beverages into my clothes. I’d have freezer burn before I could even get out of here.”
I turn to walk away, but the broadness of his shoulders—of him—makes it almost impossible to move in any direction.
“Frostbite,” he says, with his stone-cold Terminator look.
“You’d get frostbite, not freezer burn.”
“Oh, good grief, whatever. Now, please will you excuse me?”
He steps aside, but only slightly, and I shimmy myself past him sideways.
I head up to the counter and place my items down to be scanned. My entire body shivers. How can one person give me chills in a good and a bad way simultaneously? I try not to think on it too much. I’d like to get out of here before he tries to frisk me.
Mostly because I’m not entirely sure if I’d love or hate experiencing a frisking from him.
“Four forty-seven,” the clerk says. I fish around in my large bag. I know I have a five-dollar bill in here somewhere.
“Some of us have a job to go to. Will you hurry up, please?”
That fucking voice. It lingers in the air. It’s smooth and deep and sexy as hell.
And aggravating as fuck.
I swing my head up to meet his searing gaze. I also notice he’s holding the same damn bag of chips and drink I’m buying for myself.
I pull my wallet from my bag.
“You know what?” I say to the clerk, nodding my head back to Officer Jackass. “Put his stuff on mine too.” The clerk leans sideways to look around me. He punches the keys of the cash register a few times.
“Eight ninety-four,” he says. I slip my card into the chip slot and wait for it to process.
“For the love of God, what are you buying?” Officer Jackass mutters under his breath. He hasn’t picked up on the fact I’m buying his crap too. The card machine beeps. I take my card, place it back in my wallet, and grab my purchased items.
“Thanks,” I say to the clerk.
“Have a nice day,” he replies.
I turn to Officer Jackass. He rolls his eyes at me. I give him my most wicked “Fuck off” grin and flip him off. Most people might be scared to give a cop the finger. Not me. Not to this particular cop, anyway.