Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 67000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
The warrant the man had out on him was for a stolen car from a rental company.
“Actually, I believe you,” Quaid said. “There’s a class action lawsuit going on right now from this same exact thing happening to other people. But unfortunately, you still have a warrant out for your arrest. It’ll get sorted out, but I definitely think you need to find that lawyer everyone else is using and hop on the bandwagon. This is gonna be a shit show.”
I walked into the station a couple minutes later with Quaid escorting the man to the booking area.
I waited out of the way for him to do his thing—and had to wipe the drool off my face when he finally turned around to give me his attention.
The man was incredibly exciting to be around.
Not only was he gorgeous with dark blond, almost brown hair, all unruly and wind-blown, but the way he treated everyone around him was refreshing.
I could tell he was the big man on campus—or at the police station—but he treated every single person he ran into on the way into and out of the station like he was a great friend.
We were just walking out of the booking area when an officer called out for help.
Quaid moved fast, pushing through the door of the station so fast I didn’t see him move until he was already gone.
Seconds later, he and a female cop came through the door all but dragging a man who was way less agreeable about being arrested than Quaid’s guy.
The man shook off the female officer’s hold, but Quaid’s was rock steady and yanked him until he was sitting on a chair beside another officer who was doing the booking process.
It took two seconds for the man to be seated and cuffed to the chair that was bolted to the ground.
“If I come back in here and find out that you’re fucking with my officers again, I’ll make this process a hell of a lot harder than it needs to be.” He pointed his large finger in the man’s face.
The man tried to spit on him, but Quaid was prepared for it, pulling a helmet of some sort out of a pile next to the desk and shoving it onto the man’s head.
It was breathable, yet impossible for the man to do any spitting. Which was obviously the reason for them to be where they were.
Quaid slapped the booking officer on the shoulder and said, “Have fun with this one.”
Then he was jerking his head at me to follow him.
I did, and we were back out the door and on the streets in two minutes.
He got on his radio and said, “Unit 1-0-9-3 back in service.”
The woman on the radio replied, but I didn’t quite hear what she said.
I was too busy studying the man at my side.
And, before I could stop myself, I said, “That was pretty hot.”
He looked over at me with raised eyebrows.
“What was?” He looked adorably confused.
“The thing you did back there, dragging that guy into the station.” I flicked up a finger. “How you arrested that guy but still treated him like a person.” I flicked up a second finger. “When you got in the car and did your seatbelt up, you were also pulling away, so you were looking at the road, and your arms were all muscley and stuff.” I flicked up another finger. “Then you went and grabbed that mic and brought it up to your face, all the while merging onto an interstate.”
I knew I wasn’t making sense.
But literally everything he did was doing things to me, and sometimes I blurted things out without thinking.
I inwardly winced.
“Also, you can ignore me.” I hunched my shoulders and sort of curled in on myself, hoping that if I made myself smaller, maybe he wouldn’t call me on my weirdness.
My mom was always telling me I should think before I speak. Truthfully, that was probably why I didn’t have any girlfriends. I was blunt, inherently honest, and abrupt.
My mom said I got it from my dad.
Truthfully, I said what I wanted, when I wanted, and hoped that I didn’t get in trouble for it after.
“Calamity, look at me.”
I felt things inside me tighten at his deep voice.
He could literally read audio books and have ladies panting after him.
He’d probably have a following like Teddy Hamilton in no time.
Also, Teddy Hamilton. Rawr.
That man could read an audio book like no other.
But Quaid Carter? He could give Teddy a run for his money.
I looked over at Quaid and found his eyes on the road. But when he felt my gaze on him, he glanced over and said, “Never change.”
My lips tipped up at the corner and a feeling of peace washed over me.
I was just about to say something, probably inappropriate, when my phone rang.