Page 29 of Badges
It’s insane to walk away from a sure thing. I’m sure my cock will hate me later when I’m having to jack off in the shower.
Odd that it sounds like the better option.
Her cheeks mottle as she climbs to her feet. “We had a good thing, Wade. She ruined it.”
“She had nothing to do with it, Paige. We were never a ‘thing’!” I yell, following after her.
Don’t think that matters much when the house shakes from her slamming the front door.
I think I lied, though.
Elena does have a bigger part to play than I even want to admit to myself.
Watching the photograph of her drift slowly to the carpet makes the blood rush into my groin.
Fucking hell.
Shit is too complicated.
Welcome to the boonies
Elena
“I’m only doing thisbecause your mother was a good person when I knew her. She’s getting this favor, not you.” His elbow digs into the console between us as he points at me.
Yet he keeps his eyes on the dirt road while he talks.
“One fuck-up, and I’m carting your ass down to county, and throwing a book of felonies at you. Got it?” The starburst of his jaw muscle pops from him clenching his teeth.
Bouncing in the worn street when he hits a particularly big pot hole, I nearly bite my tongue in my attempt to nod.
“Words, Elena,” he growls, flicking a glance at me.
“Yes. I understand.” I don’t want to be stuck behind bars for the rest of my life. But will being trapped in his house in the middle of—
Where in the hell are we? All I see is scrub brush and pale brown dirt until it meets the pine covered hills miles away.
Might as well be Mars.
I bang my ankle, again, trying to get comfortable. It’s going to take a while to get used to this monitor they strapped to my leg.
That wasn’t part of the plan. I was supposed to just slip away. Not have a damn GPS tracker practically welded to my body. I don’t think there’s any way to get it off easily.
Now I’m like one of those wild birds with a leg band. Maybe it explodes if I go outside of the limits?
Sure sounded like it when I was getting the lecture by the D.A. yesterday about following the rules and the consequences if I broke them.
Wade seems happy to repeat them. He’s warned me at least three times this morning on the trip to his place.
And wow, what a place.
Topping a small hill, his house looks like something out of a magazine. With a broad wrap around porch, it’s nestled into a grove of cedars next to an expansive metal shop. The tractor in front is a nice touch. By the grass stains on the mower, I’m guessing that’s how he keeps the prairie from taking over.
I’m really stuck.
“Home sweet home,” he mutters as he kills the engine.
“I gotta ask—” I slide out the door with my backpack. “—why so far from civilization?”
