Page 131 of Sinning for Santa

“And she’ll agree to that freely, will she?”

“Of course.” I nod to the other officer before turning my sights to Jason. “You know what I do, Jason. I’m not in the business of forcing women.”

“Funny. There’s CCTV footage of you chasing her out of St Catherine’s Church on Tuesday night.” The other officer says smugly, and fuck, I want him to move closer to the gates, so I can reach through and slam his head into the bars. “The part of you throwing her over your shoulder and the way she was punching you didn’t appear consensual.”

I grit my teeth, slowly taking a calming breath in so I don’t lose my shit and kill a cop so close to Christmas.

“You know me, Jas.” I smile, directing my response to the copper I know instead of the newbie, obviously not familiarwith the way things are done in Timber Valley. “I like it a little rough.”

The other officer scoffs, and Jason turns back to him, gesturing for him to join him back over at the cruiser, chatting quietly.

“You confident she won’t throw you under the bus?” Finn asks quietly, stepping up to my side and I nod.

“Yep.”

“You sure?”

“I said yes, didn’t I?” I snap, glaring at my best mate, and he holds his hands up in surrender as the low hum of a golf cart draws our attention.

Turning to look over my shoulder, I watch the cart descend the hill down to the front gate, Miles’ hulking form behind the wheel, and Jaxcen’s blonde hair blowing from the speed of it as they approach.

“Remain where you are,” the other officer orders me, and I see Jason roll his eyes from behind him as they approach the gate again. “Don’t say anything to her. Let me do the talking.”

This time I roll my eyes and nod, about ready to off this fucker as I turn my back on Jaxcen as she gets out of the cart and moves our way.

“Are you Jaxcen Summers?” the other officer asks, and she nods, coming to stand next to me.

“Yes, I’m Jaxcen.”

“Please approach the gate,” the officer demands and Jaxcen glances up at me for approval.

Fuck. I like that.

I like that she seeks her approval from me.

Nodding, I watch as she moves closer to the closed gates, glad they are shut so he can’t grab her and snatch her away.

“Is there a problem?” she asks, confidence in her tone.

“Please confirm your full name,” the officer asks, and I want to punch the fucker for not answering her question.

“Jaxcen Isabelle Summers,” she offers.

“The names of your parents and any siblings,” he demands, and I ball my fists.

“Remaincalm man,” Finn mutters quietly next to me.

“My father is John Summers. My mum Isabelle Summers, and I have one sister. Presley Summers,” Jaxcen says clearly.

“Are you aware your father is in hospital?” the officer asks, and fuck, I have no idea how she’s going to handle this.

Maybe I shouldn’t have allowed this questioning, but this guy is new, and it would have ended badly.

For him.

“Yes. I’m aware.”

“Do you know why?” the officer asks, and she nods.

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