“Wait!” I yell.
She turns to face me, firm breasts being caressed by planes of water.
“Yeah!”
“What name will it be under?” I ask, stalling.
“Ar-Ari,” she says and smiles.
“I’m Blaze!” I yell after her as she is almost to her car.
She slides in her car and rides off before I jog backward in the direction of where I’d parked my squad car, well out of sight of our meeting location.
“Glad she didn’t accept the ride. I was about to blow my own cover,” I say to myself, thinking about Ari. She has that effect on me.
Ari? What a beautiful name?