“You two move fast, considering yesterday was denial central.”
“Do we? We could just be two friends who go for dinner with one another’s parents,” Violet says, playing it cool.
Carter knocks on the hood of my car and glances away, seeming to be a bit disappointed that we’re the people he pulled over.
“Were we speeding?” I ask to try and figure out what is going on.
“No, just at the limit.”
Violet gently touches my arm as she leans in to get a better view of Carter. “We’re being mindful of the deer that cross at night.” She smiles.
“I bet you are.” He studies us, and his eyes catch the sight of something in my car, but I’m not sure what. He stalls for a second before he bites his cheek then purses his lips out. “Let me guess, Ford has no clue you two are in this expensive car together on a Saturday night post dinner time?”
“It’s a Maserati, not even on the market yet,” I correct him. “And Ford doesn’t need to know every detail of our days, now does he?” I give Carter a soft warning glare, realizing he kind of has the upper hand right now.
“It would make one hell of a story, the Spinners owner gets pulled over with the sister of his former teammate,” he highlights.
Fuck my patience, I’m getting annoyed, but Violet senses it and squeezes my arm to keep me at bay. Instead, my nostrils only flare slightly as my knuckles tighten around the wheel.
“Your point?” I calmly grit out.
He sighs and rolls his eyes. “No point. Just you two are really shit at keeping under the radar.” His fist knocks on the hood of my car. “Well, your not-yet-on-the-market car has one of the taillights out, you should have that looked at.”
Carter begins to step away, clearly done drawing this all out.
“That’s it, Officer?” Violet asks, clearly puzzled.
“Yeah, that’s it.”
“Oh,” she pouts. “I was kind of looking forward to the locked-in-handcuffs part.” Violet smirks to herself, while my mouth parts open at the brazen fearlessness this woman has; it makes me proud. This is the kind of person that makes every day an adventure, and that gives you something to be excited for what tomorrow may bring.
Carter steps back on his heels to study us. “I strongly urge you both to get on home, otherwise I will write you both up for indecency.”
“Why the hell would you do that?” I spit out.
He shakes his head, clearly exasperated with us. “Clean up the floor of your car,” he informs us before he walks away, mumbling something inaudible in the process.
My head turns to Violet who is repeating his words, as if she is trying to solve a riddle, then her eyes dart to the floor of my car and she gasps. “Oh my.” She leans over and picks something up, then holds it in the air with a wide smirk.
A satisfied grin takes over me, because I have no problem with the sheriff witnessing the proof that Violet is all mine.
“He saw your panties.”
Violet bursts out laughing, and it grows hysteric.
I turn the engine back on, soaking in the last few minutes, with an uncontrollable smile on my face. “Let’s get out of here. I can’t believe you made a handcuff joke, you’re trying to get us arrested.”
Her laugh vibrates through the car, and damn, it flows through my body, awakening the obvious.
I don’t enjoy my days without her.
* * *
It should beme leading Violet, yet I’m following her as a man completely captivated by her beauty and spirit.
The moonlight outlines her gentle smirk that feels defenseless to me as she tugs me along. We walk into my bare bedroom that only has a mattress on the wood floor, plus some linens because I thought ahead. Hell, we couldn’t even turn on a light if we wanted because I’m waiting for the electrician to install the new lighting. But there is something special about a mattress on the floor in an oversized master bedroom, with high ceilings and the night sky the backdrop of the woman guiding us as if she’s the queen of the house.
Violet is the image of someone who belongs here.
