A new story that I’ve been working on. Still not sure where it’s going, but I’d love for you guys to take the journey with me.

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Rating: G      

Chapter One

For all the things I’ve told myself: You are a stellar detective; you may be one of the guys, but you’re still a lady; I don’t care what my family thinks about my life…Nothing has been more important than this: Do not fall in love with Maura Isles.

The things we tell ourselves are usually easy to believe yet difficult to practice. No matter how hard I work, sometimes I feel like it’s not enough. No matter how many dates I go on, I can’t seem to meet and keep the right man. No matter how much I complain, I do every single thing my mother asks of me. And no matter how hard I try to reconcile my feelings, I am, I have fallen, in love with Maura Isles.

There is one thing, however, that I both tell myself and that’s effortless to believe: Maura Isles does not love me . Well, she loves me, but certainly not in the all consuming, up at night, burning passion type of way I’m talking about.

For all I know, I had no clue how I’d react when Maura started dating someone exclusively. I had a theory—a hypothesis, as she would put it—but I still had no clue. For all I know, I had no idea it would rip me to shreds when I realized that the string of dates she’d been on was with the same person. I was totally clueless to how it would eviscerate my very soul to imagine someone kissing, holding, and making love to Maura through the night.

“Okay, Jane, before Reggie gets here I want to just…prepare you.”

“Prepare me? How bad can this guy be? I’m familiar with your…eclectic taste in men, Maur, I’m sure this will be no different.”

“That’s just it. This is different. Reggie means something to me.”

Nearly a lifetime sitting in interrogation rooms training my facial features to reflect detachment instead of unbridled contempt suddenly came in handy.

“I know. That’s why we’re having this dinner, right?”

“Yes, but…” Maura’s face was the most adorable picture of consternation. “When Reggie gets here I want you to have an open mind. Just try to—”

The doorbell ended Maura’s plea and she turned urgent eyes toward me.

“I’ll be on my best behavior. I promise.”

 With one last grateful smile Maura opened the door.

But for all I know, I was totally unprepared when a woman walked in, one arm possessively around Maura’s waste the other outstretched to greet me.


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