It was a good thing I was moving slowly. I swear Gage would’ve hit me had I been able to walk at a normal pace. Then again, if I had been able to walk at a normal pace, he probably wouldn’t have driven up on the sidewalk in front of me with all of his lights blazing away.
He unrolled the window to the Sheriff’s Department’s SUV. He turned to face me as he slid on a pair of reflective aviator sunglasses.
If this were a movie, that would’ve been hot. But this was real life, and I’m pretty sure that got me pregnant. He eased out of the vehicle and rested his hands on his belt and sauntered to stand in front of me.
“You got a license for that, ma’am?” He looked at my ass.
“Don’t need one, I’ve got an in with a local sheriff.”
“ID?”
I shook my head. “Don’t have one. Shit, I don’t have an ID. Gage, we’re going to need to fix that so I can get a job.”
I broke our game. He smiled and laughed.
“There goes my tough guy act to get one of those doughnuts.”
Travis was on the opposite side of the SUV from us. “Doughnuts are over here, you jackwagon,” he called out.
Gage glanced over his shoulder to where Travis shook the bag of doughnuts.
He laughed, and then returned his attention to me. He pulled me in tight and kissed me hard. “I’ve got to get back to being official. I’ll see you tonight.”
His embrace curled my toes, all ten of them. There was enough curl there for extra toes.
I twinkled my fingers at him and watched as he pulled out. I was going to marry that man. It made my insides all kinds of happy.
Gage’s vanishing vehicle held my attention as Travis pulled the SUV up and stopped it along the curb. Only it wasn’t Travis. I was tackled like a football player and pushed into a car. The door was slammed behind me, and the car was moving before I had my orientation back. This wasn’t the SUV. I frantically looked around, and then it took everything I had not to throw up.