Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 73311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Why the fuck did they have to touch her every single time? Not to mention that it never failed. They either stripped searched her, or me.
I’d rather it be me every day of the week, but it never failed. Never.
Today, though would be different.
“Put your bag up there, baby,” I ordered gruffly.
Imogen placed her bag on the conveyor belt, and I followed suit with mine.
The moment the metal detector went off, I started to worry.
I hadn’t put anything in there that should set off the alarm. I’d put my keys, phone, and spare change into the bucket he’d ordered me to. There was absolutely nothing in there.
The security officer pulled my bag down to the table, and started to open the edges.
The moment the bag opened, condoms started to pour out of it, falling to the floor at the man’s feet.
I closed my eyes.
“I’m going to kill him,” I told her. “I’m literally going to kill him.”
But there was a grin working at the corners of my lips, and I knew that Booth had done it because he’d thought it was funny and would lighten my mood.
The security officer even thought it was funny.
“I’m going to have to keep this spoon, Sir.” The officer held up his hand. “The condoms can stay, though.”
As I walked into the terminal, I knew one thing for sure.
This wasn’t the end.
This was only the beginning, and I’d be sure to get Booth back.
Over and over again.
With Imogen at my side.
Epilogue
I even cry in a Southern accent, y’all.
-Wall Sign
2 years later
“Do you know how fast you were going?” I asked the man, who’d yet to roll his window down completely.
“A few over, tops.”
“Actually,” I broke in. “You were going seventy in a fifty. That’s twenty miles over the posted speed limit.”
Before he could break in with excuses, I held up my hand.
“And it’s raining to boot. The speeds you were going aren’t safe under normal conditions. With the rain, I’m afraid that it’s even less safe.”
The man huffed, and his wife in the seat next to him stared down at her hands as she wrung them out nervously.
“License and registration,” I grunted.
It was clear he was agitated, and I wondered why he was in such a hurry.
“Here,” the man snapped.
I took the papers he thrust at me and turned toward the cruiser.
My eyes moved down to the name of the man I’d pulled over. Howard Brown. Forty-nine. Six foot with blonde hair and hazel eyes.
He looked like a douche.
He drove like one, too.
Especially with his entire family in the car with him.
My feet crunched on the gravel on the side of the road as I made my way back to the cruiser, and I had to laugh when I saw Tank hanging half out of the window waiting for me.
Tank was what I would call a work in progress. He definitely needed some work, but he was getting better.
In fact, I’d seen copious amounts of improvement since I’d first become his handler.
After getting Howard’s information pulled up on the computer, I wrote him a ticket, and started back to his car.
It was clear he was impatiently waiting for me to finish and I wanted to junk punch him.
“Sir,” I said the moment I got to the window. “I’m giving you a ticket. You’ll be receiving information in the mail in about a week to ten days on what you need to do to take care of the ticket.”
The man snatched the ticket and tossed it onto the floorboard between his wife’s feet.
“Thanks,” he snapped.
My eyes flicked to the two kids in the back. Teenagers. Impressionable.
Fucking perfect.
“Have a nice day. Slow down.” I nodded.
The man started the car and all but roared off, pulling in front of a truck that had just pulled out into the road.
I waved at the truck, whose driver looked at me incredulously.
The man waved back with a shake of his head, and I headed to my cruiser.
I wasn’t fond of writing tickets.
I didn’t think it was necessary.
Well, most days. That prick deserved it.
Five to ten miles over the speed limit was normal. Hell, I even sped.
In the days before Lynn, I used to race my old truck for bragging rights, and not once did I obey the speed limit.
Now, though, I was expected to enforce the law, despite my desire not to.
At least that law, anyway.
The other ones, the drunk driving and the domestic disputes. Those didn’t bother me to enforce. In fact, they got my adrenaline pumping like a drug of choice.
With one more shake of my head, I walked carefully back to the car, avoiding the puddles that were quickly forming on the ground.
This was the worst time. I’d witnessed it as a firefighter for Kilgore Fire Department, and had witnessed it even more over the last two weeks since there’d been so much rain.