Chapter 4
Lizzy
“Shitballs!”Ijumparound on one foot after stubbing my toe against the corner of the wall in the opening of my kitchen.
“Goodness, gracious, shit balls of fire.” I stop myself and then laugh at my stupidity.
Who the hell sings out the song and swaps the wordsgreatballs forshitballs? I’ve lost my mind.
Grabbing ice from the freezer, I wrap it in paper towel and place it on my throbbing toe. This is what I get for daydreaming instead of paying attention to where I’m walking. My mind has been preoccupied by a sexy deputy lately.
When I saw him at Jim’s last night, it felt like his gaze was piercing me. My heart sputtered like a fish out of water. Damn hazel eyes with layers of gold, green, and brown.
I’ve never had a thing for men in uniform, but if he wanted to handcuff me, I’d willingly give him my wrists.
You shouldn’t think about him that way.
My conscience is right. He’s related to one of my students, and that could bemessy. Despite the disaster he saw in my room, I’d rather have things neat and tidy, especially when it comes to my career.
“Crap.” I look at the time and throw the ice in the sink before putting my shoes on and grabbing my purse. Then, I race out of my apartment.
I promised Dani I’d help her run some errands, and I’m late. Grabbing my phone, I press down the microphone icon to send her a voice message.
“I’ll be there soon, sorry! I stubbed my toe and lost track of time. I’m okay just distracted. I’ll meet you at Home Made.” I send the message and drive to Main Street.
I speed down the street, ignoring the speed limit for once. Nothing annoys me more than lack of punctuality. I’m usually early everywhere I go, so my stress levels rise like the Nile River in ancient summers when I’m running late, even if Dani won’t care.
I get to a four-way stop, and seeing as no one is coming, I roll through the stop sign and continue on. When I hear sirens, I look everywhere for the ambulance. Instead, I find a patrol car behind me.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”Please don’t let it be Mr. Hot Deputy. Please be someone else.
I pull over to the side, and my leg bounces in my seat as I wait for the deputy to come to my vehicle. I’d start looking for my documentation, but I don’t want him to think that I’m grabbing a weapon or anything. Not that I own one, but people always store them in the glove compartment in movies and TV shows.
A tap on my window tears me away from my Hollywood trivia. My eyes widen when I see Mr. Hot Deputy himself on the other side of the glass, and I curse.
Of course it’s him.
His eyes are assessing as his jaw ticks.
Just my luck. Murphy’s Law never fails me.
Rolling down the window, I put on my best smile as proof of bravery when in reality I’m dying a little on the inside.
“License, registration, and proof of insurance.” His voice is stoic.
“Okay,” I squeak.
I reach for my license and hand it to him before searching for my registration and insurance in the glove compartment. If the earth could swallow me up right now, that’d be great. I have State Farm. Where’s my agent appearing out of nowhere to get me out of a dangerous situation? I’m sure this is dangerous. For my pride, but whatever.
I hand over my documentation and his eyes scan over them.
“Do you know why I pulled you over?”
“Aren’t you supposed to tell me?”
His eyes lift while his head maintains bowed.
“Are you being smart?”