Diary of an Ugly Duckling by Langhorne, Karyn (general ebook reader .txt) 📕

in her head, and for

a wild half-second, Audra wasn’t sure she would be

able to stop herself from laughing—knowing full

well that if the laughter started, the tears wouldn’t

be too far behind.

“But sir, it’s a waste of their time!” Audra insisted.

“It’s utterly groundless—”

Woodburn raised his silencing hand again. “I

know this is frustrating, Marks, but that’s procedure

and we’re going to follow it to the letter,” he said,

and his nonexistent lips disappeared that much

deeper into his face. “The rules require that any offi-

cer accused of misconduct toward an inmate be re-

moved from duty until a cause/no cause inquiry is

completed, so you’re officially on administrative leave

pending resolution of the investigation. Shouldn’t

be more than a week, I would guess.” He curved the

lower half of his face into a grim smile. “Try to think

of it as a well-deserved vacation, not as a discipli-

nary action.”

Audra suppressed a sigh. “I understand, sir.”

Woodburn took a nervous sip of his coffee.

“There’s . . . uh . . . one other thing,” he continued,

licking his lips. “Regarding the . . . uh . . . wardrobe

malfunction? That’s not likely to happen again, is it?

Because it poses . . . uh . . . all kinds of problems. I

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mean, this is a men’s correctional institution and—”

“I know, sir. It’s not appropriate for a woman to—”

“Oh, it’s not that,” Woodburn said, dismissing her

femininity behind another quick gulp of his mug.

“It’s a question of maintaining authority and order

here, Marks. This is a prison, not a comedy club. Im-

pressions and wisecracks are fine, but they are sec-

ondary to the realities of what we do. Just lose

weight or buy the right size or . . . whatever . . .” His

eyes found hers. “Right?”

“It won’t happen again,” Audra said quickly be-

fore the man could skip down this yellow brick road

any further. She cut another surreptitious glance

Bradshaw-ward, but if the size of Audra’s ass was of

any interest to him at all, she couldn’t read it on his

face.

Woodburn shifted his attention to Bradshaw, too.

“How are you adjusting, Bradshaw? I suspect Man-

hattan Men’s is a walk in the park compared to Up-

state, huh?”

“Yes, sir,” Bradshaw said, filling the room with

his mellow baritone for the first time. Audra turned

toward him, reveling in the sound of his voice, but

again, the man wasn’t looking at her.

He hadn’t spoken to her, hadn’t looked at her at

all, not even when she was wiggling her ample hips

Mae West style . . .

Audra frowned, suddenly unsure. Maybe it was

just being in Woodburn’s office. Or maybe he was

concerned about being involved with anyone who

was accused of brutality and now relieved of duty.

Or maybe . . . maybe . . . maybe her mother was

right, and he didn’t like the way she looked—

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Audra smoothed a nervous hand over her hair and

then along the crease of her new uniform pants. She

licked her dry lips, wondering if she still had the

nerve to vamp up to him with the lines of a movie on

her lips. Abort, abort, abort, something in her brain

was screaming, and Audra was inclined to obey.

“Anything else?” The deputy warden’s eyes

flicked over them both one last time, dismissing

them. “If not . . . thank you, Officers.”

And before she could even turn to glance at him,

Art Bradshaw had unfolded his big, tall body and

made a quick, silent exit.

“There’s a speed limit in this state, mister—uh—I

mean, ma’am.”

Audra stopped short. There was no doubt who

was speaking—there was no one else in this silent

office corridor far from the day-to-day activities of

prison life.

Relieved of duty, after leaving Woodburn’s office

Audra had changed back into street clothes and was

about to leave the building when the big man’s voice

arrested her, not far from the officers’ break room.

Audra whirled around, staring into the man’s

face in surprise.

He was so handsome, with those liquid amber

eyes and perfect bow-shaped lips . . .

“There’s a speed limit in this state. Forty-five

miles an hour,” he repeated, and then paused,

clearly waiting for her response.

Speed limit? There wasn’t a statewide speed limit,

and in the city the limit was more like thirty or

thirty-five.

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“Come on, Marks,” he rumbled at her, a glimmer

of playfulness in his eyes. “Double Indemnity, re-

member?”

Audra cleared her throat.

“How fast was I going, Officer?” In her nervous-

ness and surprise, her voice was less Barbara Stan-

wyck and more hoarse whisper, but somehow even

that felt loud in this quiet corridor. Audra could

barely hear herself at all over the knocking of her

heart. Her fingers twitched to reach for her ankle—

checking for that telltale anklet the screen legend

had worn. There couldn’t be an anklet—she didn’t

own one, but if Art Bradshaw had actually tracked

her down to quote Double Indemnity, some kind of

magic was afoot, perhaps the same kind that could

produce an anklet where there had been none.

I told you, Ma! I told you, Audra thought, doing a

happy dance in her head. I knew he liked me! I knew

it—

As if reading her mind, Art Bradshaw’s perfect

lips curved upward into a shy smile. “I’d say about

ninety,” he said softly.

That was the next line. Audra knew the scene by

heart. Almost without realizing it, she took a step up

the corridor toward him. “Suppose you get off your

motorcycle and write me a ticket?”

“Suppose I give you a warning?” he said, tracking

the dialogue from the movie, word for word.

“Suppose it doesn’t take?” Audra shot back, right

on cue.

Bradshaw’s shy smile had widened into a big grin.

He took a long step toward her, narrowing the dis-

tance between them.

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“Suppose I’ll have to rap your knuckles then.”

“Suppose I put my head on your shoulder and

cry,” Audra said.

Bradshaw hesitated. “Next line is Stanwyck’s,

‘Suppose you put your head on my husband’s shoul-

der,’ but that doesn’t fit, does it?” He lifted an eye-

brow over those striking light eyes. “For a couple of

reasons.”

Audra stared at him, the spell only partly broken

now that the dialogue was his own words and