Page 44 of Catching Feels

“What bar are you leaving?” he asks.

“O’Donnell’s,” I snip.

“She’s Roman Hart’s sister,” Cora adds. “I’m Cecelia Shaw’s sister. She owns the?—”

“Could you step out of the car, too?” he cuts her off.

“She didn’t do anything! She’s in the?—”

“Step out of the car and walk around to the front,” he speaks over me.

“Okay.” Her voice shakes as she opens the door, holding her hands up.

“Who else is in the vehicle, miss?” he asks Cora as she walks over, visibly shaking.

“AJ, Blaze, Amira, who’s a vet?—”

Again, he cuts her off. “Could you all slowly step out of the car, please.”

“One of you better be recording this shit, because I’m going to sue the Trenton Police Department.”

He bends down and hisses in my ear, “What you’re going to do is shut the hell up and remain calm until backup gets here.”

“For what?”

“Oh God.” Amira laughs as she walks around with her hands up. “Do you think there’s a man hiding in the trunk?”

“Is there?”

AJ chuckles. “No seats left, and we’re just around the corner. Nour, you wanna identify yourself to the officer?”

“You just did, jackass,” Nour calls back.

“My brother, Nour Uyar,” Amira says, hands still up, holding her phone. “He hit a grand slam tonight. Would you like to see it?”

“Jesus Christ,” the cop mutters, grabbing his radio. “Cancel backup. We’ve got a Subaru full of drunk Jags, and a mouthy bartender with the last name Hart taking them back to Cecilia Shaw’s house.”

“Hold your place; we’re in route,” comes through his speaker.

“I said, cancel backup,” he clarifies.

“While all that shit’s going on, could one of you open the hatch and let me out?” Nour calls.

“You promise not to shoot me if I let the Jag out of the back?” I ask.

“I never put my hand near my weapon, Miss Hart. Yeah, let your Jag out of the back.”

“Like cat out of the bag.” Amira laughs as I pass her and hit the button, opening the back.

The backup patrol car pulls up to the scene … that they caused.

Two officers climb out of the vehicle, and the one who pulled me over calls to them, “I told you twice to cancel.”

“We were already en route, and you mentioned drunk Jags.” One laughs.

“Hoping to get a couple autographs without waiting in a line somewhere.”

Amira flips her hair back then holds out her hand. “Fine, give me a pen and tell me where to sign.”

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