Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Settling back into my duties, I refocus on my anger over having to pick up this extra shift. I'm almost starting to enjoy the relaxed pace when, out of nowhere, an explosion of sound whizzes past me.
I look in the rearview mirror to see a flash of red tearing down the road in the opposite direction. I barely catch the tail end of it, but I see enough to know it's a little red sports car.
Hitting the brakes, I perform a quick U-turn, hoping this is one of the little shits who's been tormenting Harvey's cows. As I gain ground, I flick on the lights and sirens, and the car slows.
The little red sports car pulls over to the side of the road, and my gut churns for some unknown reason. I slam the cruiser into Park, letting the engine hum in the quiet winter air. As I step out, the chill bites at my cheeks. Fucking winters in Texas can be either warm and pleasant or cold and bitter. Unfortunately, this year has been the latter so far.
I stride over to the driver’s side window, mentally prepping for whatever drama I'm about to uncover. But then surprise knocks the goddamn breath out of me. The woman behind the wheel is fucking stunning—long, curly blonde hair that flows like golden waves, and her aqua blue eyes shine with boldness, daring me to challenge her. This curvy little lawbreaker snags my attention, and I don't see her ever letting go.
I've lived in Silver Spoon Falls my whole damn life and never laid eyes on her before. She must be new in town or just passing through. The thought of her leaving without a chance for me to get to know her hits way fucking harder than it should. I've never met her, but something inside me twists at the idea of her disappearing from this sleepy little town.
"Afternoon," I finally muster, doing my best to keep my voice steady. "I'm Deputy Ashton Gannon. Do you know why I pulled you over?"
She raises an eyebrow, a smirk creeping onto her lips. "No, but I'm sure you'll tell me?” Challenge colors her voice, and I'd be lying if I said it doesn't send a thrill down my spine. Fucking hell. I can't believe this is happening to me. I thought I was immune to the Silver Spoon Falls water since I've lived here my entire life, but the universe decided to prove me wrong.
According to local legend, the town’s water is responsible for the unusual number of love-at-first-sight matches. Up until a few minutes ago, I thought it was total bullshit, but one look at this sassy little doll convinced me I was wrong.
I grip the top edge of her window, trying to look authoritative, but all I can focus on is her sharp, confident, and utterly captivating eyes. "You were going seventeen miles over the speed limit."
Her reaction is immediate, an incredulous sputter spilling from her lips. "Seventeen? Seriously? What is the freaking speed limit?"
I raise my eyebrows, fighting the smile that’s teasing my lips. "It's forty-five, and last time I checked, there was a sign just a few miles back clearly stating it."
"Oh, come on!" she shoots back. "The last sign I saw said fifty-five. I can't be blamed for speeding if I didn't see the change, right?"
"Just because you didn't see it doesn't mean it wasn't there," I reply, continuing to bite my lip to keep from smiling at the outraged look on her gorgeous heart-shaped face. "I need your license and insurance card."
"Freaking hell," she says, leaning over to dig around in her glove compartment.
After a moment, she hands over the cards, and our fingers brush in the exchange. My cock turns rock-hard as my breath halts in my chest. Sweat rolls down my back, and it wasn’t caused by the chilly, winter weather.
"Emily Smith," I say aloud, letting it roll off my tongue while I scan the details. She has a fucking Houston address. "Emily, are you new to town or just passing through?"
"Is that relevant to this traffic stop?" I can already see the woman will keep me on my toes. And her sassiness turns me on way the fuck more than acquiescence would. This day just became the best fucking day ever.
Chapter 2
Emily
I watch Deputy Gannon walk away, and I can't help but roll my eyes at myself. Seriously, Emily, shut up already. I must have lost a few marbles after moving to this small town because instead of keeping my mouth shut, I've been flinging verbal darts at the guy like I have something to prove. A force field of argumentative energy surrounds him. He just has that effect on me, and there's no way I can explain it.
Deputy Gannon is tall, dark, and, oh Lord, so incredibly handsome. Talk about having a trifecta of hotness. That sharp jawline, and there’s a slight hint of stubble that adds a rugged edge to his otherwise polished look. My fingers itch to run through his dark, tousled hair. He's a total stranger and a law enforcement officer who's about to ruin my day with a ticket.