Kidd closed the apartment door quietly behind him. It was late and Bryan’s place was dark. He tossed his leather duster over the arm of the sofa directly in front of him. Turning to the left he made his way carefully towards the kitchen where he illuminated the room briefly by refrigerator light. He popped the tab on a can of beer the same time as he heard a sound float down the hallway.
He paused, can half way to his lips. He glanced in the direction of Bryan’s bedroom where he expected the Karla and the cop to be sleeping this time of night. Kidd tipped his head in acknowledgement of the unreal predicament he found himself in; calmly noting his girlfriend in bed with another man. It was the makings for a song that was for sure. He swallowed the cool draft as he reflected reluctantly on how he’d come to spend more time here than at his own place.
The faint sound reached his ears once more. Kidd froze where he stood. This time he recognized the soft breathy little moan.
It was Karla’s soft breathy little moan.
Air exploded from his lungs with his disbelief. Are they--?
Emotions assaulted him at once. He was surprised to find that he had actually placed a measure of trust in Bryan. After all this time he’d actually begun to believe that the annoying prick of a cop wouldn't take advantage of Karla. Clearly he was fucking wrong.
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