Page 23 of Personal Foul
“Colson Rush and her name is Sydney Carr. I’m sorry, officer. I know how this must look.”
“Colson Rush.” His tone changes completely. “I thought I recognized you. I heard you were moving down to Miami. We’re glad to have you here. I’m a big fan of the Blaze,” he gushes.
Of course, it seems like everyone is as smitten by him as I am.
“Thank you, sir. I’m looking forward to the upcoming season and glad to be a part of the team.”
His grin beams on his face, glancing from Colson to me, then back to Colson.
“You said your name is Carr, right? As in Coach Ken Carr?”
My eyes bug out, not sure how to respond. I don’t want him to know who I am, but I can’t exactly lie to a police officer. Isn’t that like a felony or something?
“Yes, sir,” Colson interjects. “I’m sure you can understand why we may want this information kept between the two of us. For now,” he clarifies, looking over at me. The last part seems to have been spoken to us both.
“I understand.” He nods, gripping his hands onto the belt looped at his waistband. “Your secret is safe with me. Do me a favor, though, will ya? If you don’t want anyone finding out, you may want to find somewhere a little more private. You know, one that doesn’t have cameras around.”
He motions with a finger to the camera hanging from the corner above where my car is parked, providing a perfect shot through the windows right to where we were seated.
“Oh, crap!” I mumble to myself, ducking my head down to hide my embarrassment.
“You got it.” Colson chuckles. “We’ll be more careful next time.”
Colson reaches his hand out, shaking the officer’s. Thanking him for his service and stepping back to press his hand against my lower back. Adjusting my purse on my shoulder, Colson guides me across the parking lot toward the stairwell and elevators.
“Always getting me in trouble,” he jokes.
“Me? You can hardly blame this on me.”
He chuckles. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. This time was all me. Don’t worry though. I’ll be looking to pick up where we left off real soon.”
