“Would you like us to take a report?” he asked, studying Sundance.
Shit.
“No, I think we’re okay.”
“Ma’am?” the female officer said. “Do you have a minute?”
“Ah, sure,” I said, and we stepped away from Sundance, while her male counterpart stayed put.
“Are you in trouble?”
I frowned at her. “No, why?”
“We’re well acquainted with Sundance Graves and his club, ma’am, so if you need us to intervene, we’ll be happy to.”
I bit my lip. This would be my chance to truly fuck with him, but regardless of the fact he’d hurt me to my core, I would never lie to get him in trouble. I glanced at Sundance who was watching me closely.
“There’s no reason to intervene,” I said. “Sundance brought my brother back safely. Thank you for your concern, but everyone’s good.”
“These are not good people, Miss Bates.”
“I’m well aware of their reputation, officer. Thank you.”
“Well, should you change your mind, don’t hesitate to call us.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I said, and walked away from her.
And Sundance.
If this didn’t drive home my desire never to see him again, I didn’t know what would.
* * *
An hour later, after every promise in the book from Teddy not to leave, and assurances from Justin and the team that he’d be safe, I walked out of Meteor House and headed to my car.
“Wyatt.”
No.
“Wait up.”
Nope.
No.
“Baby.”
Hell no.
I kept walking.
“Dimples, wait.”
“I don’t hear you,” I snarled, walking faster to my car.
His low chuckle enraged me, and I spun to face him, coming nose to pec with him and stepping back so quickly, I tripped on the pavement. His arm shot out and wrapped around me, keeping me from falling. “Let go.”
“Give me five minutes,” he begged.
