On the right is a picture I selected to represent the new love. Perhaps this is a new couple sleeping together for the first time and they're taking their first trip together in the spring.
I'd say it's pretty romantic. Maybe they rented this camper to go fishing together or just drive somewhere for a long relaxing weekend. Whatever the case, spring to me means new beginnings and heres to this couple as they start a new relationship together.
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Kajika Fortier loves his job, the attention he gets from onlookers, and Frankie Choteau. However, his new partner’s jealousy, mood swings, and over protectiveness drives Kajika to the brink but at the same time, excites him to no end.
To complicate things further, a murderer is on the loose looking for blood. All three of the killer’s victims are strippers which not only makes Frankie nervous about Kajika’s safety but leaves him questioning his love for being a homicide detective. Coupled with the stresses of cold cases as well as some fellow officers shunning him for coming out, Frankie is having second thoughts about staying in New Orleans. Despite the encouragement from Vance, Kenina, and Orrin as well as new chief Quinn Murray, Frankie is wondering if his life’s passion really is to catch the killers.
Will the new couple survive these new issues that impede their nearly perfect union? Or will the relationship fail, thus leaving Kajika alone and a target for New Orleans latest serial killer? Detective Choteau and Kajika’s commitment to one another is being tested in more ways than one and they only have one another to lean on.
Kajika stepped out of the tub, grabbing
the towel nearby to dry off. He’d been looking forward to spending the night
and the early part of the day with his man, but duty called, causing Frankie to
run out the door without saying anything more than ‘I’m gone’ and ‘I love you’.
Damn
job.
Sometimes Kajika wished Frankie worked a
nine to five instead of the dreaded detective position he held at the police
station. They hadn’t had much time with the workload being so large due to shortage
of staff, and it affected their relationship more than Kajika would’ve liked. At
first he thought he could handle it; the excitement of his hot homicide
detective out in the streets solving murders. Such a dangerous career but with
it came nice money and accolades. Although Kajika was scared to death of blood
and dead bodies, he loved hearing about some of Frankie’s cases, including the
more intriguing ones that had yet to be solved. Tonight though, he would’ve
traded all that in for his Frankie to be by his side.
In
bed with me, where he should be.
Kajika finished wiping down and wrapped
himself in his terry cloth robe to get ready for bed. He’d thought about
staying up and watching some television, hoping that Frankie might return
sooner than later, but he knew the truth. When called in, detectives don’t make
it back home within a couple of hours. More like a few hours, or even half the
day, would pass before he’d see his man again. As long as he came home safe,
Kajika would deal with the amount of hours he spent away from their warm bed in
Kenner, Louisiana.
On the way to the bedroom, Kajika
wrapped his hair in the towel, drying his long strands. He glanced at the clock
on the wall and grimaced when he noticed the big and small hand hovering over the
two.
“Shit. Now I know I won’t see you until
breakfast.” Kajika clicked his teeth and stomped on the trail of rose petals,
angered by their night being interrupted. He pushed their bedroom door closed
and leaned against the wood. “Damnit. We haven’t done a whole lot other than
late night cuddling, quickies in the bathroom or on the kitchen floor. I need
more than that, Frankie…I need−”
A long buzz sounded from the dresser,
and Kajika moved quickly to see who was calling.
Frankie.
Frankie, or at least Kajika hoped it was,
calling him with the news he’d be returning home sooner than expected. Although
farfetched, Kajika could still wish his husband to be back early. He gulped
hard and said a little prayer before clicking the connect button. “Hello?”
Silence then a sigh. “Babe, it’s me… I…
I got some real bad news to tell you, sweetheart, but I’d rather you hear it
from me as opposed to anyone else.”
Kajika released a deep breath and
shrugged. “Are you okay, love? Something bothering−”
“Naw, I’m good, boo, but−” Frankie
stopped a moment and blew hard through the phone.
Kajika plopped on the bed and crossed
his legs, wondering what the heck his man was talking about. Bad news? What could it possibly be? Kajika
nibbled on his bottom lip while he toyed with the frayed threads on his
housecoat. “What is it, lover?”
“Babe, the murder I got called in for
was…” Frankie ceased speaking again and sounded a little choked up about it.
Kajika held his breath and blinked twice
in succession. “Who Frankie? Come on, just spit it out, right…who…”
“Lana Miles, babe. Lana’s been strangled
to death.” Frankie spoke quickly to get the words out.
Kajika stared straight ahead, and his heart
caught in his chest. Oh my God!* * * *
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