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The Deputies of Beacon Hills was the BHSD’s first calendar, featuring the male deputies shirtless, in sexy poses, and the female officers flexing their muscles in tank tops, their badges attached.
“It’s objectification,” Derek complained, stretched out languorously on a velvet sofa.
“It’s for charity,” Stiles reminded him, having gotten onto the set by introducing himself as the Sheriff’s personal representative. No way was he missing Derek’s flawless pecs and abs on display.
“Deputy Hale,” the photographer spoke, “No scowling, please.”
“Yeah. Don’t be such a sourwolf!” Stiles giggled, whispering, “Piękny,” hoping nobody there could translate Polish, when Derek smiled.