We were heading out to our Escalade when Caleb asked us to hold up. “I need to double-check something real quick. My apologies, Mr. West.”
Ashton came to stand next to me. We were best friends—had been all our life and would be when we both left this world. Every step of the way. It was how we were.
Because of our history, we weren’t friends that needed to speak. I wasn’t waiting with a nervous employee or business worker, and probably because of that silence, we heard the shriek of laughter that sounded from farther down, outside the main arena’s entrance.
It was her.
I would’ve recognized her voice anywhere, and I was ignoring how that was alarming to me when I looked over.
My body locked up, and I lifted my head higher.
“You a cop?”
“A parole officer.”
She’d been intriguing at first glance. A longer look and I wanted to fuck her, but it was more. I wanted her for a full weekend. I wanted to twist her in so many different positions, introduce my dick to so many enjoyments of her body, but that badge. Everything went cold in me when I saw that.
She said a PO, but she was a cop. A fucking cop.
But seeing her again, and not even that, hearing her again. Her laugh got my attention.
I wanted her.
I couldn’t have her, but I wanted her anyway.
This was going to be a problem.
“The blonde or the dark-haired one?”
Of course Ashton would take notice.
“The dark-haired one.”
I kept watching her, but I knew Ashton was giving her a more studious look.
“You know her?”
“No.” I looked at him as Caleb came around and opened the back door. “Find out who she is.”
Then I got in, and Ashton was pulling his phone out even as he got in behind me.
He had the quicker connections. He’d have her name within an hour.
