AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I press my lips in a thin line, pretending to contemplate his offer. Really, I’m just trying to bite my tongue and keep from telling this guy to fucking leave already.
Just as I’m about to decline, a tow truck pulls up behind Keaton’s car.
“Did you already call?” I ask, confused.
“No, did you?” The officer asks, as if he’s just as surprised to see the vehicle approaching as we are.
“I was right here with you the whole time,” I deadpan, completely over stupid ass questions for the day.
Keaton dips her head, covering her laugh with her hand.
“Something funny?” I ask, and she glares up at me before shielding her eyes from the truck’s headlights as the driver approaches.
“Someone call for a tow?” the driver asks.
“Uh…” Keaton and I glance at one another quickly, not sure what’s happening.
Just then, a black F-350 pulls up behind the tow truck, a single light stuck to the roof just above the driver’s door, flashing red in the darkness.
A tall blonde guy jumps out and slams the door, jogging over.
“Keaton?” he yells.
“Shit,” she hisses under her breath before he approaches and wraps her in his arms, sending a pang of irritation through my chest.
He pulls back and cups her face between his hands, searching her eyes frantically.
“Are you okay?”
Confusion weighs down on me, and something about the last twenty minutes feels like a complete lie. Was this guy here the entire time? Did Milo go back and tell him what had happened? That has to be it. How else could this guy know exactly where we were, and that she needed a tow? That makes total sense, but the feeling in my chest doesn’t subside.
“I’m fine, San, really,” she says, soothing his worried expression. And then she steps out of his hold and shoves her hands in her pockets.
Interesting.
“It just happened out of nowhere,” she says, feeding him the lie I told him just minutes ago.
Good girl.
The guy shifts his gaze to me, and I watch as his entire personality changes right in front of me. He stands straight and sure, shoulders back and his head held high. The boy-next-door smile is irritating, too.
“How about you? Are you all right?” he asks.
“Yeah, man, I’m good,” I nod.
“Good, that’s great.” His smile is forced.
“Yeah, great,” I say, mirroring his expression.
The officer from before watches the exchange, probably just as confused as the rest of us.
“Uh… Harding, are you here for the young lady?” he asks, finally stepping forward.
My head snaps back toward the cop before glancing back toward the guy beside Keaton. Do these two know each other?
“Yeah, I’ve got her now, Frank. Thanks,” he says.
When the guy turns back to me, I’m still wearing a confused expression, which prompts him to pull open his jacket, flashing the badge hanging around his neck.
