Page 43 of Catching Feels

“Nope,” Nour answers.

“I was in college—they couldn’t have been mine. They grounded him until he admitted who he’d defiled. He refused. He was grounded for an entire spring and summer. His entire sophomore year.” She laughs.

“When did you finally cave?” AJ chuckles.

“He still hasn’t confessed. They caved before one of their trips to India.”

Everyone laughs, except Nour.

Blaze gets in and looks at Cora. “You’re gonna have to sit up front or on a lap.”

“Front.” She all but runs around the vehicle.

“Pop the hatch?” Nour asks.

“You’re going to get in the trunk?” I ask, confused.

“He used to hide in the back of my car and scare me senseless.” Amira laughs.

“Okay, suit yourself.” I hit the button.

As we pass through the light to take Amira to her apartment, red and blue lights flash behind me.

“Are you kidding me?” I look down, knowing I’m not speeding, for God’s sake.

“You have a drink after your shift?” AJ asks.

“No, thank fuck,” I grumble as I hit the signal and pull over.

“You’re good then.” He grips my shoulder.

“I’ve never been pulled over in my life.” I search for my phone, knowing my license is in the case somewhere.

“You might want to put your hands on the wheel,” Amira whispers.

“Why?” I ask, confused.

“You have two people in the vehicle whose skin tone sometimes causes issue.”

I turn around and look at her. “Let a cop come at me like that, and I will have their fucking badge and their nuts.”

The cop taps on the window, and I turn around and glare at him.

“Step out of the car, please, ma’am”

“Oh my God, just do as he asks,” Cora pleads.

To make both Cora and Amira feel less worried, I hold one hand up and open the door with the other before sliding out.

“Aren’t you supposed to tell me why you pulled me over and ask me for my license and registration before you just demand I step out of a damn car?”

“I don’t have to tell you a thing. Now put your hands on the hood. I’m going to have to pat you down.”

“You fucking kidding me?” I gasp.

“Now, ma’am, or I’ll be forced to?—”

“She didn’t do anything wrong. She’s driving us home from the bar she works at,” Cora cries softly.

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