Page 109 of Famous Last Words
I lift a shoulder in a shrug, looking at the blurred taillights on the car ahead.
“Did he say something to you?” she presses. “I saw him come over to you, talking to you… what did he say, because you’re acting really weird, Robbie.”
“Weird?” I scoff, shaking my head. Pressing my foot down a little firmer on the gas, I swerve around the car in front, and I know I’m going too fast, but I can’t seem to stop myself. “Maybe you should be with Tadd. You know, if I’m tooweirdand shit.”
“Robbie, that’s not what I meant, and you know it,” Fran says, looking from me to the road ahead. “And can you slow down? You’re going way too fast!”
My jaw clenches at the sound of her telling me what to do. Like she knows better than me. Fuck her. I press my foot down even more, glancing up at the traffic lights as they turn yellow. Sailing through them, I keep going, ignoring the honk of the car horn coming from somewhere.
“Robbie, please slow down!”
From the corner of myeye, I see Fran grip tightly onto the door jam, and I don’t know why but that only makes me laugh.
“Pull over,” she yells after a moment. “Let me out of the goddamn car!”
“Oh my God, calm the fuck down,” I mutter, easing off the gas. But just as I start to slow, blue lights flash in the reflection of the rearview mirror nearly blinding me, right as a siren sparks up, wailing loudly behind us.
“Fuck…” I groan, slowing down and flicking on the blinker before pulling over to the side.
The silence in the car between Fran and me is thick with irritation, and I glance at her to find her glaring straight ahead through the windshield, arms folded across her chest. Man, she’s fucking hot when she’s pissed.
A tap on the glass next to me pulls me from my thoughts and I jump, cracking the window just enough to hear the police officer standing there.
“You aware you just ran a red light?”
I play dumb. “No, sorry, officer. I thought it was yellow.”
“License and registration.” The man chews his gum, a bored look in his eyes.
I open the glove compartment and pull out the required documents, handing them to him.
“Robbie Mason,” he says after a moment. “The big-time hockey star, huh?”
“The one and only,” I sass, stifling an eye roll and forcing the man a smile. Maybe a quick autograph will get me out of this.
But when he doesn’t return my smile and only scowls harder, I quickly school my expression.
“Step out of the vehicle, please.”
My brows knit together. “What? Why?”
“Robbie, just do as he says,” Fran whispers, nudging me.
“Step out of the vehicle,” the cop repeats.
With a huff, I hop out, meeting the man. He looks me up and down, glancing from me to my paperwork and back again,his gaze unnerving as he studies my face.
“You been drinking tonight?”
I shake my head. “No, sir. I don’t drink.”
He scoffs. “That’s not what the newspapers say.”
“I don’t drinkanymore,” I add.
He continues staring at me, one eye narrowed, scrupulous gaze bouncing between my eyes before looking at the car and peering inside at Fran. “You okay, ma’am?”
“She’s fine,” I’m quick to say, probably more abruptly than I should considering he’s a man of the law and all that shit, but fuck him. What does he think? That I’d hurt her? I would never.
