Page 6 of Out of Bounds
Bree
When we get to the station, I’m given a blanket which barely covers my shoulders.
Having to choose between which half of me should be covered up, I opted for my bottom half and wrapped the blanket around my hips like a sarong. As if I’m on the damn beach. One look at the lacy red Victoria’s Secret bra I have painted on me, and anyone would know what kind of night I had planned.
It hardly matters because I have no idea what kind of trouble I’m in.
The depth of that trouble really hits when I’m taken to one of those interrogation rooms like those tv showsCSIorLaw and Order, both of which I watch religiously every weekend.
Little did I know I’d be in a situation like I’ve been inserted into an episode.
I’m in here waiting for the senior detective to come and speak to me and God knows what will happen when he does.
I try to think of who could help me.
The first person I think of is Quinn. She’s like a sister to me and we were like sisters growing up because we were both the only children our parents had.
But Quinn can’t help me. She’s the last person I should tell anything because she’s pregnant. Logan, her husband, could probably help. But realistically if I’m even thinking of him then I might as well think of the only other guy I know could help me.
One police officer. A high-ranking detective who I’m sure practically owns this precinct.
Damn Ethan Carson.
But he would never help me. I don’t even have to wonder. He would sooner see me rot in jail before he thought about investigating what actually happened.
Jail…
Oh, but Liev said prison. Prison is a whole other ball game of orange tunics and crazy inmates who want to eat you for breakfast.
I wouldn’t last a day. I’d be one of those people you hear about who went in and died within the hour. I’d probably die from fright.
Damn, Liev. He knew this trouble was of the prison variety.
Heknewand dragged me into this shit.
Sweet Jesus, what if I’m seen as some kind accomplice to any of those crimes the officers listed out?
Over the last six months no week has gone by where I haven’t seen Liev at least two to three times. It’s by watching my crime dramas I know I could only be here if the police suspected me of something too.
What the hell did he get me into?
The handle on the metal door turns and my back goes ramrod straight. My heart gallops and my pulse skitters with anticipation. Trepidation suffocates the oxygen in my body and it’s like a hand closes over lungs, squeezing. Tightly.
God this is it.
I try to steady my trembling hands as I stare at the door.
When it swings open, I swear to God I don’t know if I should laugh or cry when I see Ethan Carson standing there like the god he used to be at Wilmington High.
Both reactions would be as a result of the same emotion—doom.
Deep, dark, doom.
That stroke of bad luck that must have gotten me when I thought it was a good idea to date Liev must be ridding my shoulders now. This guy is the one person I never wanted to see me like this. And look at me—wearing a bra and blanket.
As our eyes lock, I don’t miss the wealth of mischief lurking in his striking blue eyes. Whilst I stare, I curse myself the way I always do when I’m in his presence because my stupid body reacts the same way to him.
My stomach still flip flops and heat washes over my being, radiating from the inside out, like I’ve been tossed into a microwave.
