Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 72856 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72856 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“Sam Mackenzie. He was my brother’s CO when they were in the army,” he explained.
Then I felt his truck rock as he revved the engine up in response to Sam’s revving.
And when I said rock, I meant the whole damn truck swayed from side to side as the engine roared deafeningly.
I giggled and Tai’s translucent green eyes turned to me with amusement dancing in them.
“What?” He asked, a grin playing at the corner of his mouth.
“Are you going to race him?” I asked.
He shook his head. “I wouldn’t stand a chance.”
“You’re not even going to try?” I teased.
His grin turned mocking.
“You want me to?” He asked.
I nodded.
It sounded like fun.
“Alright, hold on to your titties,” he said.
I shrieked when he took off, covering my mouth and clutching onto the window like it was my lifeline.
The bike was slow to get started, but I could see the clear joy on the man named Sam’s face. He was having fun.
“He’s letting me win,” Tai said.
The scanner that Tai had mounted underneath the dash squawked and drew my attention.
“Unit two, we’ve got a report of drag racing on Highway 259,” the dispatcher said in a disembodied voice.
I gasped and turned to Tai, only to see him laughing so hard no sound was coming out.
“Slow down!” I urged, on the way to being out of control in my yell.
I’d never in my life had trouble with the law, and I darn sure tootin’ wasn’t going to start now.
Instead, he stopped at the next red light like it was the most normal thing in the world for a man that’d just thoroughly broken the law.
The man in the motorcycle pulled up next to Tai.
He was laughing.
“What the fuck, man?” Tai yelled over my body. “What’s going on?”
“I’m sorry, but someone wrote on the back of your truck and I was reading the letters,” he said.
My mouth dropped open.
He wasn’t supposed to know yet!
I brought my finger up to my lip involuntarily and absently started to chew on my fingernail as I tried to think of a reason as to why I’d written that on his tailgate.
I could feel Tai’s eyes on me.
“What’s it say?” Tai asked.
Sam chuckled.
“It says ‘honk if you like my ass’,” he said. “My horn isn’t working right now, so I couldn’t let you know how much I liked your butt.”
I started giggling when Tai’s eyes turned to me.
“Does it really?” He asked.
Sam nodded.
“Light’s green!” I yelled.
Neither man moved.
“Cop’s on our ass,” Sam said without turning his head at all.
Tai glanced into his rear view mirror.
“Do you think he wants to race?” Tai asked.
Sam grinned.
“Let’s go a little way up to the donut shop before we stop,” Sam suggested.
Tai grinned.
“10-4.”
Then we were off again, and I was covering my face with my hands as we did.
We did, in fact, pull over into the donut shop. However, no lights ever turned on.
Tai pulled into the parking lot first, followed by Sam, who still had a huge shit eating grin on his face.
The cop’s new SUV, a vehicle the city had recently starting replacing all of their cars with, pulled up in front of Tai and shut his car off.
Tai followed suit, followed shortly by Sam.
The silence was deafening.
A broad shouldered man with red hair stepped out of the car, one foot and then the other crunching on the gravel beneath his feet.
His face was hard and blank as he looked first at Sam, then at Tai.
“License and registration,” the cop said.
Tai crossed his arms over his chest.
Sam shook his head.
The red-headed cop placed both hands on his hips, the right one moving closer to his gun, and my heart started to pound a little faster in my chest.
I slapped Tai across the leg, and he grunted at me.
He still didn’t hand over his license, and I started to hyperventilate.
The cop, a red-haired, Scottish-warlord lookalike, reached for his radio.
“Dispatch, this is Unit two. I’ve got a 10-10 in progress,” the officer said into his mic at his shoulder.
“10-4,” I heard through the man’s mic, as well as Tai’s radio under the dash.
Tai’s breath caught.
The officer turned to study me.
Then he grinned.
“Alright, boys. Who wants to explain why we had to field calls about the two of y’all drag racing? Normally, it’s the high school boys and girls we have to worry about. Not grown ass adults,” the cop asked.
Tai got out of the truck and Sam dismounted, the three of them crowding around my window as they spoke, but none of them acknowledging me.
“It was an accident, officer,” Sam said unconvincingly.
The officer grunted in reply.
“So where y’all headed?” The officer asked, leaning against my door just past the mirror, giving me a very clear view of him.
My heart picked up for a different reason this time.
Mainly because I was within touching distance of three insanely hot men.