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Pris’s face lit up, and she took her seat again. “Cool. It’s about damned time.”
I pointed a finger at Pris. “You won’t call him. Okay?”
She nodded. “Okay.”
I sighed as I pushed through the door of the restaurant to the parking lot. The last thing I needed was to have Boone even madder at me.
“Massachusetts.” The voice startled me.
I looked over to see the cop, Devlin, again.
He smiled as he scanned me. “I thought you were coming by the station to discuss your ticket.”
I controlled the cringe I felt and zipped up my purse. I couldn’t remember if I’d committed to seeing him or not. “I have to get back to work.” I started toward my car.
He walked with me. “When should I expect you?”
This situation was getting sticky.
“I could put it into the system today, if you don’t care to talk about it.”
Talkhad to be code for more than that, but I was reminded of my peril. If Kevin thought about it, and he probably would, he was knowledgeable enough to get access to the online vehicle citation records. That would lead him straight to me.
I was stuck. Rock, meet hard place. Avoiding any interactions with law enforcement had been the plan, but planning needed to be flexible. Today, getting Devlin to hold off was the priority. “How about tomorrow?”How bad could it be?He didn’t smell, or have bad breath, or rotten teeth, and wasn’t likely a serial killer.
A sly grin grew as he nodded. “That works for me, Massachusetts.”
My car unlocked as I pulled the handle and slid inside. “Okay.”
He tipped his hat before I pulled the door closed. “Tomorrow.”
I drove out of the parking lot slowly. Another meeting with law enforcement couldn’t be avoided, but it was the smart way to minimize risk.
CHAPTER13
Angela
Back at work that afternoon,I caught sight of Boone as I entered the B wing.
He was talking on his cell, turned away, and evidently hadn’t heard me open the door.
I stopped, not wanting to interrupt, and my eyes dropped to his ass. What a sight. The hint of backlighting from the far door brought the termButt Godback to me.
“Yes, it was good seeing you again this morning.”
He sounded almost like a normal person. Why didn’t he use that tone with me? It didn’t matter. BG was the perfect description of Boone from this angle. And, if he’d truly reformed from the bastard he’d been, maybe I wouldn’t have to find a new moniker for him.
“I’ll swing by this evening then… Yeah, you too.”
I held my breath and watched as he shifted to lean against the wall. He stretched an arm up, making his pose even more appealing.
“Sure, Stacy, this evening sounds great,” he said.
I blinked a few times. He was setting up a date with this Stacy girl…
“Not at all. Bye now.” He hung up the call and sighed as he put the phone back in his pocket.
Why was I surprised? He was allowed a life. Why did Boone arranging a date bother me? It only advanced the argument that he’d become normal.
