I stared him down. Dumbfuck got out of his car, we’d be going a round, fuckin’ cop or not.
“Hey, Sheriff,” Dahlia called when I didn’t answer Wes.
“He’s not a sheriff. He’s police chief because he kisses Pendleton ass.”
Wes blustered from the safety of his cruiser. Dahlia leaned into me, her eyes wide and her fingers covering her mouth as she faked a yawn. “Well, it sure is getting late, officer. I think we’re gonna head on home.”
I stared after the cruiser until it disappeared beyond the ticket booths before turning back to my girl. “Tired?”
“Take me home, Wyatt.” She scooted to the end of the truck bed and wiggled back into her shorts. “One day we’re gonna finish this movie.”
“I take you home, we won’t be finishing your movie.”
She shot me a sweet grin over her shoulder. “Nope. You take me home, you better be making love to me all night long.”
My heart thumped. The burn in my chest was back, but warm and heavy and right. Essential. “Nothin’ to worry about there. I’ve made my own list, Dahlia, my girl, and the only thing on it is lovin’ you for the rest of my life.”
The End
