Page 23 of Reckless (Adventures in Love 3)
“You were driving too slow.”
“What?” I frown at him, sure that I heard him wrong.
“The speed limit is sixty-five; it turned sixty-five about five miles back. Did you notice everyone passing you?”
“You’re pulling me over because I was going too slow?” I can’t wrap my mind around that. I’ve never heard of such a thing in my life.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Is this a prank?” I look behind me to see if there’s cameras or something. I mean, who the heck gets pulled over for going too slow?
“It’s not a prank. Just like speeding, driving too slow is dangerous.”
“Yeah, I mean, I’ve totally seen a million signs that say, Drive faster because driving too slow kills people.” I shake my head in disbelief. “Are you going to give me a ticket?”
“I’m going to run your license.”
“Great.” I pass my stuff over to him, then take off my sunglasses and rub the bridge of my nose. “How much is a ticket for going too slow?”
“I didn’t say I was giving you a ticket; I just need to run your license.”
“Of course, you’ve got to make sure I don’t have any outstanding turtle tickets,” I grumble, and he laughs. “I’m so glad that I amuse you.”
“Me too,” he says before tapping the roof of my car. “I’ll be right back. Stay put.”
“Oh, I will, and even if I didn’t, you’d be able to catch me again,” I say, listening to him chuckle as he walks off.
Sighing, I grab my cell phone from my bag and type up a quick message to Cybil, letting her know what’s going on so that she doesn’t show up at my place when I’m not there. Tonight, she and I are having the girls who will potentially be selling stuff out of our store over. Our goal is to find out more information about them and go over what we will be expecting and what they will get in return. The time is running out for us to make our decision, since Everly’s father officially moved out of his office today.
The good news is he agreed to give us until the weekend to figure out if we want to take over the lease of the space. The bad news is we only have until the weekend. I’m nervous, much more nervous than Cybil is, because I know how it feels to have something you worked so hard for fail, and I don’t know that I want to go through that again. Plus, it’s not my money on the line this time; it’s hers.
“You’re good to go.” A deep voice startles me, and I turn to face the officer, then accept my stuff back when he passes it through the window. “Just make sure that you’re paying attention to the road signs from now on.”
“I will, and thank you for not giving me a ticket.” I tuck my license back in my wallet, then notice a piece of paper with the name Ken on it along with a phone number.
“Call if you want to grab dinner or a drink sometime,” he says, and I turn in time to watch him as he takes off his shades. Darn, I was right—he is really good looking. Not as good looking as Maverick but still really good looking. “Have a good evening, Ms. Thurman.”
He does the whole tap-to-the-roof-of-my-car thing again, then walks off back to his squad car. I watch him go, then tuck his number into my bag because maybe I will get a drink or dinner with him. I mean, it’s probably smarter to go out with a guy who I know is interested than it is to spend my time thinking about a man who leaves me feeling confused. After I get my stuff sorted, I carefully pull back onto the road, and Officer Ken follows as I speed up; then he turns around on one of the dirt roads between the highways and heads back in the opposite direction.
I get to my house about fifteen minutes later and take the stuff I picked up from the store inside with me and dump it on the counter. Cybil and I agreed that we would have everyone over to my place—that way Tanner could stay home with Claire, and she would be in her space and hopefully give Cybil a much-needed break.
“Knock knock,” Cybil calls, walking inside carrying a box that I know contains the trays and wineglasses we are going to use tonight.
“Don’t you look hot.” I smile at her, and she does a little shimmy.
“I haven’t had a reason to wear makeup in forever, so I figured, why not do it up big.”
“I’m surprised that Tanner let you leave the house looking like you do right now.”
“He didn’t want me to leave, but he knows I’m coming home and doing that after a couple glasses of wine.” She takes the trays and glasses out of the box and sets them on the counter.
