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Devney went forward to kiss his cheek, but at the same time Webber leaned forward to get the rest of his pancakes in his mouth before holding out his hands to take Riggens.

She missed his cheek and kissed the air.

I would’ve laughed had seeing them together not hurt so damn much.

“Um, I’ll call you later then.” She got up and left.

The other officer, this one in plain clothes, whistled low as she stalked away.

“You’re going to pay for that later, Webber,” the man murmured.

“Probably, Haze,” Webber said as he reached across the table and caught Riggens in his large, capable hands. “Get to askin’ your questions, man.”

Assman nodded, his eyes going to Webber for a short second before he turned back to me. “Can you tell me what happened?”

I did, giving him a complete rundown of the morning since my sister left.

“Justifiable if you ask me,” Haze muttered under his breath when I was finished. “You were way more patient than I would’ve been.”

“Will I be charged for assault?” I asked.

“Maybe.” Haze and Assman shrugged. “But right now, she’s being detained for a few things. Maybe she won’t care about the assault when she realizes how much trouble she’s in with us and her own police department.”

I sighed.

That was just what I needed, an assault on my record.

I took another bite of my pancakes and said, “Will I be arrested?”

“Probably not,” Assman murmured.

The next ten minutes they continued to ask follow-up questions, then left.

Webber paid the bill, then he headed for Aella’s car.

He got into the driver’s seat and started it up before he put Riggens into the vehicle.

“You need me to drive you home?” he asked.

I stared at him for a long second, thinking that I really should answer his question.

But I couldn’t stop myself from asking one of my own.

“Why did you call me the last night and not your girlfriend?”

Webber’s mouth turned down into a frown.

He was about to answer, but the car started dinging, and I looked at the dashboard to see that it was, indeed, out of gas.

Really out of gas.

I sighed. “I swear to God.”

With that, I got into the car and closed the door.

After getting my seat belt on, I drove to the nearest gas station.

I’d just pulled next to the pump and was getting out of my car when a hand landed on the glass.