Free The Bridge (Para-Earth Series) by Allan Krummenacker

pathetic look, “Never said I was perfect.”
                  Smiling she asked, “Did your grandparents get you into dancing?”
                  He nodded, “Granddad developed heart troubles when I was twelve and wasn’t able to dance as much.  I knew he didn’t want Gran’ to stop so I asked them to teach me.  I’d dance with her, and he would step in and give me pointers.  He died when I was sixteen, so I made sure I stayed here in the summer and during vacation time to be with her.  I felt like I had to keep her dancing, for both their sakes.”
                  ‘You are something else,’ she thought.  Then she asked, “So, when are you going to start giving dance lessons?”
                  His eyebrows shot up in surprise, “Who? Me?”
                  “You did a pretty good job back in the city.  And you’re grandmother used to give lessons.  She taught me for a couple of years on and off.”
                  Alex thought about it and said, “I’d need a partner to help me demonstrate.”
                  “I’m not that good,” she told him, knowing exactly where this was leading.
                  He pulled her closer, “Well I’ll just have to give you private lessons now won’t I?”
                  “I’m taller than you,” she pointed out, ‘As well as over a decade older too.’
                  He pressed her body close to his, “I don’t recall us having any trouble with that back in the city.”
                  The last of her resolve crumbled.  “When do we start?” she asked.
                  “I’d say we were off to a good start already,” he murmured and kissed her deeply.
                  She felt her heart racing with delight. But there was something she was forgetting... 
                  The radio on her shoulder crackled and a voice said loudly.  “Sergeant Ross is everything all right, copy?”
                  They both jumped backwards, like a couple of teenagers who had just been caught in the janitor’s closet. 
                  ‘Sorry,’ she mouthed and answered her radio.  “Ross here, everything’s fine.”
                  “So I see.”
                  A horn beeped and they both turned around.  A patrol car was slowly creeping by.  Roy was in the driver’s seat.  “There’s a familiar looking Youngster,” he said into the radio.  “And still up to lascivious behavior I see.”
                  “Roy, you’d better not be using an open channel!” Veronica yelled.
                  “Now would I go and use an open channel just to embarrass my second-in-command?” he replied into the mike.
                  Before she could respond several other voices came over the radio. 
                  “I didn’t hear a thing, Sarge…”
                  “Lascivious behavior?  What’s that?”
                  “You go girl…. Er, Sarge.”
                  “They made me keep the channel open Ronnie…” this last one was the station’s dispatcher.
                  “Oh I’m gonna…” she growled and glared at Alex who had been grinning.  Suddenly, the smirk vanished in a puff of seriousness. “Oye, you shouldn’t be playing with official police equipment like that!” he yelled at her boss.
                  “I’ll make the judgment calls about staff and equipment, Youngster,” came her boss’s reply over the radio.  “In the meantime Sergeant Ross can write you a nice little warning about false alarms.  Next time there’ll be a fine.”
                  “What kind of fine, Chief?” she asked, trying to sound professional.
                  “That’s up to you, Sergeant.  Just don’t