Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 72329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
The drop-off/pickup thing was extremely sucky.
The only highlight of my morning was seeing Dax again.
He didn’t see me drive by since I was in the minivan, but I did slow down long enough to roll the window all the way down and whistle at him.
His head whipped around, and an annoyed look crossed his face until he realized who’d done it.
Cracking up at Dax’s wicked grin, I waved and continued back to the office.
Once there, I told Jenny that she could fire me if she wanted. And that there was no way in hell I would ever go to another drop-off for the rest of my life.
***
Dax and I met at a restaurant when he got off work later that evening.
He was grinning as soon as he walked through the door.
“What’s that look for?” I asked curiously as he made his way inside.
“That look is because I’m happy to see you,” he told me. “I like the hat.”
The hat I was wearing today was a cowboy hat. Jenny and Clancy’s daughter, Caley, had given it to me.
“They got it at Disney World,” I told him. “She said she didn’t wear it anymore, then put it on my head. It’s a wee bit tight but other than that I think it’s adorable.”
He took the seat across from me and gestured at my plate.
“Did you eat without me?” he asked.
I shook my head. “No, just got here, actually. My dad happened to be here when I got here, so I sat down with him and waited until he was finished eating. He left about ten minutes ago, but they haven’t been by to pick up the trash.”
He stood up and offered me his hand. “Let’s go to a booth then. They’re more comfortable, and there’s a wall to my back.”
“My dad was exactly like that, too,” I told him. “But that was the only table available. So he was forced to take it.”
It was as we were getting seated and comfortable that I happened to look over and see Dax’s ex-girlfriend two tables over eating pizza with a fork.
“Ex-girlfriend, two o’clock,” I murmured, keeping my eyes averted.
Dax didn’t even pretend to see the move for what it was.
They didn’t look the least bit comfortable in the joint.
The restaurant we were at served bar food and beer. They didn’t even have a wine list or hard liquor.
And Rachelle and her husband were definitely wine drinkers. I had a friend that frequented wineries, and it had come up in conversation that it was rare that Rachelle and her husband didn’t show up every Friday night.
“Great,” Dax supplied. “This is just perfect. Get off a long ass shift, sweaty as hell, wanting to see my girl, and then I have to see her? That’s just cruel and unusual punishment.”
I didn’t know what to say to that.
“I saw her today at the precinct. Also saw her when she walked across the crosswalk to take her nephew to school. That’s why I scowled at you at first when you’d whistled. I thought it was her,” he said.
I made a gagging sound.
“When was the last time you saw her before that?” I asked.
“I think I saw her at the grocery store last week,” he answered. “But that was only in passing. She came through the doors as I was exiting them. She gave me a smile, and I ignored it and walked to my bike.”
I nodded, taking a surreptitious glance in Rachelle’s direction.
Only, I froze when I caught her glare and stayed there.
“I bet she’d stab me in the eye with her fork if she could get away with it,” I mused.
“She’d have to go through me first, and I would never let that happen.”
I felt all warm and gooey inside due to his words.
“That was very sweet of you,” I told him. “I like that I’d have you on my side.”
He rolled his eyes and ran his fingers over the length of my forearm, making me squirm until the waitress finally came over with a couple of waters and a basket of bread.
“What can I get y’all to drink?” the waitress asked.
I gave her my drink order, followed shortly by Dax ordering a beer.
When she was gone, I looked back over at Dax again.
“It was really sweet watching you get those kids across the street,” I told him. “Do you do that every day?”
He nodded. “Most days. There are some days that I have to miss due to SWAT calls or training, but mostly that’s my every single morning spot. I took it upon myself to start doing it. After running a speeder down a couple of weeks ago, and witnessing him nearly hitting a kid, I decided right then and there that it had to be fixed.”
“It did,” I agreed. “Have you ever given a family member a ticket before?”