Page 357 of His Virgin Romance Series

“Don’t you have any more?” Chrissy asked, glancing at the package in Larry’s hands.

“No,” I said. “As I told Larry, I’m done with this. You’ll have to find a different dealer. Now I’ve got to get going so…”

“Oh, right.” Larry nodded, as he pushed some cash into my hand.

“Thanks,” I said, turning my back on them.

“Hold on,” Chrissy said, making me freeze in place. “I’m going to need you to stand there.”

I turned around, and from my peripheral vision, I saw two more figures approach. Instinctively, I knew what was happening. It all made sense now. The truth had been staring me in the face, but my need to unload the last of my pot had blinded me to the signs. Of course she was too good for Larry… because in reality, she would never have given him the time of day. She was not some random loner looking for a high. She was a narc.

Larry didn’t catch on as fast as I did. He stood there gaping at her. “Why do you need him to stand there?” he asked, trying to put his hand around her.

“Keep your hands by your sides,” she said curtly, moving away from his grasp. “And no sudden movements.”

Then she pulled out a gun from the waistband of her jeans, and Larry finally understood as her backup came up behind her. The two men behind her hadn’t even drawn their weapons. I think they both knew it was pointless. We were as good as caught. Larry turned to me with shock on his face.

“Fuck,” he said.

I shook my head at him and raised my hands over my head. “You fucking moron,” I said. “You should have known.”

Chrissy gave a triumphant smile as she gestured for the two cops behind her to come forward and cuff us. I felt my heart stagger uncomfortably in my chest as I realized what this bust meant for me. I couldn’t count on being lucky this time around. I would be facing jail time, and I still didn’t think that was the worst part.

The worst part was that Gabby would find out. I had promised her that there would be no more secrets and on the night I introduce her to my parents, I get arrested for dealing… again. She had already given me a second chance, despite the fact that she was hurt and angry. She had supported me at this dinner with my parents because she loved me.

And I had let her down… again.

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