Page 17 of We Own Tonight
Sloane doesn’t say anything. Instead, he points to the cruiser outside. The look of wonder in his eyes is shining bright. He starts to pull on her arm while she tries to pull himback.
“Would he like to see the police lights?” Brody asks, breaking hissilence.
“Oh, he’d lovethat.”
Brody and I spend the next few minutes with Mrs. Harmon and Sloane. We show him the lights and watch as the joy spreads across his face. He seems much calmer, and I wish there were more we could do for him. Inevitably, another call comes in and we have to leave. Sloane starts fussing, and I know it’s only going to get worse. He wants us to stay, and I hate that we are leaving Mrs. Harmon to calm himdown.
We head back on the road, and our day is filled with bullshit calls. Two traffic accidents, a possible shoplifter who ended up being the owner’s daughter, and a police report for a stolen car. Paperworksucks.
“Do you mind if we stop in and check onSteph?”
“You know Idon’t.”
Brody calls in that we’re on break, and we headover.
When we get to the turn in by Tampa General, a sleek, black Bentley comes peeling out of the side street, almost hitting two cars in theprocess.
“Oh, hell no,” I say and flip the lights and sirens on. “I hate these assholes on this side of the island. They all think they can do whatever theywant.”
Having money doesn’t mean you’re above thelaw.
Brody and I approach the car and the tinted windowslower.
“License, registration, and insurance,” I say without looking at thedriver.
“Sorry, officer,” a familiar voice causes my eyes to lift. I stare into the green irises I doubt I’ll ever forget. A five o’clock shadow paints his face, and the sun only makes everything seem brighter. His mouth turns into a radiant smile, and my heart begins to race. “I was on my way to see someone. But it turns out she came tome.”
Chapter Six
Heather
My life. . . is . . . a freaking comedyshow.
There’s nothing I’ve done to deserve this amount of bad karma. I’ve been a good friend, sister, daughter, I uphold the law, and I’m a good person by most people’sstandards.
What the hell have I done to have this happen tome?
I release a deep breath and go back into work mode. “Do you know why I pulled you over,sir?”
“Are you going to pretend you don’t know me?” Eli asks with his browraised.
“Mr. Walsh, we all know who you are. However, that doesn’t mean that nearly colliding with two vehicles isacceptable.”
Eli looks over at Brody. “What’s up, man? Is she always thisway?”
“You two old friends?” Brodyasks.
I clear my throat. “License, registration, and insurance . . .please.”
I somehow get the words out without squeaking or sounding unstable. Brody laughs, and it takes everything I have not to look at him. I hate him rightnow.
“Sure thing, OfficerCovey.”
“Don’t go anywhere,” I warn as I take the paperwork fromhim.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be right here, Heather. I don’t runaway.”
Bristling at his words, I walk away, feeling Brody’s gaze on me. There’s no doubt that as soon as we get back in the car, I’m going to get it—good.
