Page 4 of Muffin Top
My deputy saved me from my dark thoughts.
“Just got a notification, the car that hit Honey is heading along the coast road. Looks like a drunk driver. He's smashed into three cars already and-"
I held up my hand, cutting him off. In the distance I could hear the ambulance sirens coming towards us.
"You okay?" I asked Honey, for the first time feeling the chaffing weight of responsibility settle on my shoulders. I'd never felt this way about my job before. Not once.
"Fine. I'll pop in tomorrow and give you my statement." She sent me a winning smile. "Go get your man, Sheriff."
I noticed her shiver in the cool night air, her arms crossing across her bountiful chest, hands rubbing briskly.
"Here," I shrugged out of the jacket, handing it over to her. "You can return it when you come in."
"Thanks."
"Boss!"
I shot her a wink, turning to jog to the waiting car just as the ambulance arrived. We pulled out, Caleb flicking on the lights as the paramedics jumped out, headed towards Honey.
I looked at Honey, finding her watching me. She smiled, raising a hand as the car pulled away, continuing to wave farewell as I watched in the revision mirror.
"She's a nice girl, that car'll have to be towed though." Caleb muttered as he navigated the streets, speeding through town.
"Mm," I muttered, listening to the updates coming from dispatch.
"Shame about her family," Caleb said, jerking the wheel to make a hard left.
I clutched the 'oh shit' handle, gritting my teeth as I slid against the door. "Her family?"
"Yeah, her momma is like a fucking praying mantis. Feasts off the bodies of the boys Honey brings home. I've heard the rumors. Ain't no one made it past one dinner with that family."
"Huh," I muttered, raising an eyebrow. "So, she doesn't date?"
"Not since high school." Caleb informed me cheerfully. "Damn shame too. That woman is certifiably sexy."
I glanced at him, surprised at his comment. I'd always thought of Honey as larger than life and twice as fine. But many men would take one look at her curves – not exactly in fashion at the moment – and turn away.
Their loss.
"What?" Caleb asked, catching my glance. "The woman is hilarious, charismatic, knows how to work her body. Not to mention damn good at massage." He rolled his shoulder, the car still barreling down the road. "Pulled a muscle trying to catch a drunk tourist last year. She fixed me right up."
"She's a masseuse?"
"Nah, physical therapist. Got her own clinic and everything down on East Street. But does remedial massage and that thing where you sit cross legged and hum shit."
"Yoga? Meditation?"
"Both," he agreed. "My girlfriend goes once a week. Wants me to come but I'm not about to become town gossip by getting a boner in public from watching my girl dance around in spandex for an hour."
I sniggered.
"Heads up," Caleb nodded at the road ahead. "Looks like we found our guy."
We cruised to a surprisingly slow speed, lights and siren blaring as the drunk driver's car swerved slowly from one side of the road to the other.
"Is he… slowing down?" Caleb asked. I could walk faster than this.
"Looks like it," I unclipped my seat belt. "Stop here, gonna see if I can pull him out."
