The last thing I needed was a cop on a power trip trying to make a name for himself. I knew I was an easy target. No one in town liked me. But did he have to give me a ticket?
And worse, did he have to buy me a drink? Yeah, because that was going to make it all better.
I shouldn’t have had the drink. I shouldn’t have talked to him. Or let him kiss me. Or let him walk me home. I knew I was playing with fire because he was gorgeous and snarky and the first person in far too long who acted like I mattered.
It was a mistake to let him in, to open myself up to him. But by the time I learned just how big of a mistake, it was far too late to keep myself from wanting something I’d never get from him. From wanting more.
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I glanced over to where Melody and Ramsey sat, holding hands and looking like they couldn’t get enough of each other. I didn’t want to look. I wasn’t a part of their world anymore. But I couldn’t help but wish I was.
“Someone you know?” Rowan asked, sitting down opposite me.
I shook my head. “Used to.” I still hadn’t figured him out. He talked to people all the time, but he always sat with me. A part of me liked that I wasn’t alone, but another part wondered why he was bothering with me.
“Him or her?”
I drew a breath and turned my focus to Rowan instead of my sister and brother-in-law. It was no longer my concern who was watching my niece or if they were happy. It was time to find my own happiness. Even if it was temporary.
“Want to get out of here?”
He raised a dark eyebrow and held my gaze for a long moment. I was sure he’d say no, but he drained his fresh drink and nodded. Just once, like he was sure.
Glad one of us was.