Page 37 of Not That Impossible

None of us made the cut.

What happened was this: Evan led us all to the town square, stopped in front of the ugly millennium monument which was basically a tall flat slab of Cotswold stone withA.D. 2000chiselled on it, and pulled a couple of cans of spray paint out of his backpack.

I didn’t want to do it. Adam really didn’t. Amalie just rolled her eyes at Evan. And Evan, seeing that he’d culled three potential crew members, shrugged and sprayed the monument anyway.

That was when someone shouted, “Oi!”

Evan threw the can at me. I caught it and watched as Amalie hared off one way and Evan went the other.

Adam screamed at me, “Drop it, you idiot!”

Another person shouted. “Adam?So help me, if that’s you—”

“Fuck,” Adam said. “It’s my loser cousin.” He bolted. I ran after him.

Adam’s extra couple of inches worked to his advantage. He pulled ahead. I puffed behind him, then the back of my flapping hoodie was snagged in a firm grip, and I was hauled to a halt.

I tripped over my feet and hit the ground with a thud. The police officer, Adam’s loser cousin, swore like I’d never heard anyone swear before and tripped after me. He landed on top and I squeaked like a dog’s chew toy.

“Fucking fuck,” the officer said, lifting off and flipping me over onto my back. I gaped up at him. Hard blue-grey eyes lasered me from head to toe. “You okay?”

I opened and shut my mouth a few times.

“Hey,” he said firmly. “Are you hurt?”

I shook my head.

“You’re okay?”

I couldn’t seem to engage my brain, so I gave him a thumbs-up.

He grunted, and pulled me to my feet.

At that point, Adam had circled back and started yelling at us.

“Let himgo, Liam. God, you’re soembarrassing.”

“I’m not the embarrassing one, you little shit,” the police officer snarled.

Liam.

I wasn’t about to point it out to anyone, but out of the three of us? I was the embarrassing one.

I stared down at my jeans in wonder. I was so damn hard.

It must have happened when Liam had pulled me up. If I’d landed face first on that thing, I’d have snapped it clean off.

“Kid. Hey.”

“Jasper,” Adam said. Now that he’d stopped shrieking at Liam in a voice that broke as often as mine did, he sounded utterly bored.

“Hmm?” I glanced up vaguely at both of them, back down at my misbehaving dick, and back up at Liam.

Me looking at it made them look at it.

Adam snorted. Liam ignored it. He didn’t flinch, there wasn’t a ripple of reaction, nothing.

Which was a relief. I hated being mocked, and getting a boner in front of some random police officer who was also Adam Blake’s loser cousin seemed like a surefire way of being humiliated.

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