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“No.” I shake my head. “It’s the first time I’ve ever gotten pulled over.”

“Right.” He rolls his eyes. “I’ll be right back.”

“I’m not kidding!” I stick my head out of the window. “I’ve never gotten a ticket in my life.”

Deputy Hot Pants—that should really be his name because,wow he perfectly fills in his trousers—ignores me and sits in his car. I look at him through my rearview mirror as he taps on a keyboard. While I impatiently wait, I send Dani a message letting her know I’m going to be late.

“You weren’t kidding.” I shoot up in my chair, dropping my phone on the passenger seat like it’s on fire, my hand flying to my chest as his voice startles me.

“I wasn’t.”

“There’s a first time for everything.” He presses his lips into a straight line.

“I’m pretty sure deputies aren’t supposed to be sarcastic.”

“I’m not being sarcastic. You ran a stop sign and were speeding.”

I bite my lip and grimace.

“Don’t I get a warning?”

“This isn’t school, Ms. Andrews. Warnings are for children. You”—he pauses, his eyes scanning my face—“are an adult.”

A shiver runs down my spine, and I nod. “There goes my perfect record.”

“Next time, don’t speed, and stop when you’re supposed to. Obeying the law would prevent this from happening.”

“Yeah, yeah. Rules and consequences. I know all about that. I’m a teacher, remember?” I shake my head, blowing out a deep breath.

“By the way, your registration is expired. You might want to renew it. Someone else may not let you off so easily.” He arches an eyebrow.

“Was that a warning?” I tease, biting back my smile.

“I wouldn’t want you taking out my harsh punishment on Walker.”

“I’d never do that.” I shake my head, furrowing my eyebrows.

What kind of person does he think I am?

“I’m not vindictive or resentful, nor would I put a student in that position—“

“It was a joke, Ms. Andrews,” he cuts me off.

“What?” I shake my head. “It was a really bad joke. Take some comedian lessons or something.” I roll my eyes.

“Comedy isn’t my strong suit.”

“No shit,” I murmur.

“You’ll have to pay the fine by the date on the ticket. Renew your registration and drive safely.” He nods, walking back to his car.

What in the world? He is…odd. Hot, but odd. Or, I should say, his sense of humor is strange.

I’m equally offended and relieved. My first fine. I stare at the paper as if it’ll bite me. I’m going to have to pay this as soon as I get home. And there goes my squeaky clean record.

As if you’re suddenly a criminal. Get a grip, Lizzy.

Driving like an old lady who can barely see over the wheel, I finally park on Main Street and find Dani standing outside of Home Made.


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