Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 97275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
“Old Dick here thought he could intimidate the suspect, Chief. Unfortunately, his temper got the best of him and he plowed him in the jaw. The dog was just protecting his owner.” Luke said wistfully from across the room.
“Is that true, Wilson?” The Chief asked the uniformed officer.
“Yes, sir.” He said solemnly.
“Dick, get your shit and get out of my precinct. This is the last straw. You’re officially fired.” The chief barked.
Dick didn’t get up though. He couldn’t. “Payton, darlin’, you need to tell Alpha to back off.” I informed her.
“Heal.” Payton said calmly.
Dick got to his feet unsteadily, and walked out of the room. Everyone collectively let out a breath once he breached the doorway and disappeared down the hallway. I gave Payton a reassuring squeeze and walked slowly to the Chief who regarded me with disdain.
The Chief’s lip curled slightly, and I barely contained a laugh. “Tremaine. Follow me.”
“Love you, Pet!” I called over my shoulder.
“You bet your ass you do, Tremaine!” I heard her call.
“Sweet girl.” The Chief observed.
“The best.” I agreed.
He looked at me thoughtfully. “You don’t deserve her.”
Chapter 11
A husband is someone who, after taking out the trash, gives the impression he just cleaned the whole house.
-E-card
Payton
“He’s not going to make it.” I said.
Cheyenne and Ember’s eyes held sympathy, and I knew that they didn’t think he would either. They tried to keep my spirits up, but I just couldn’t. Max has been in jail for four days now. One delay after another kept him there, and they were using the holidays as an excuse to keep him there. In the meantime, I’d missed my first Thanksgiving with him due to their bullshit. If I saw that chief in a dark alley, I would kick his ass.
“He’ll be here.” Ember tried her best to assure me.
“Fuck this. Alpha!” I yelled.
Alpha jumped up from his place on my grandfather’s couch and trotted to me. I turned, grabbed my keys and purse, and stomped out of the house. The click of my cowboy boots noted my arrival to all of the men, but I didn’t spare them a glance. I walked right up to Max’s Blazer, allowed Alpha to jump in, hiked my dress up, and climbed in, using the steering wheel as a hand hold.
I made a mental note to speak with Max about adding a step to his truck. The yard was wet due to it raining non-stop for the past miserable assed four days. I took off, weaving around the parked cars, and was just about to make it to the driveway when I found myself stuck in mud. I growled with impatience. The tires spun and spun, flinging mud up in rooster tails ten feet behind me. I snickered to myself when I saw people running out of the way, but tried one last time before finally deciding that I would need four-wheel drive to accomplish this.
I threw open my door, hopped down and splashed in the puddle, which was now brown due to the truck tires stirring up the mud. I walked around to the front tires, clicked the hubs in place, and stomped back to the open door, hauled myself back inside, and threw the shifter down in to four wheel drive.
The truck battled for traction, found it, and then I was off down the road, slinging mud and dirty water as I went. Mud was being flung off the tires onto the side of the truck, and I was glad that I didn’t have to wash this beast. I turned on the radio and was blasted with Garth Brooks singing about his friends in low places.
I sang along to the song, and arrived at the police station within six minutes. I parked illegally in the front of the station, got Alpha and myself out of the truck, and stomped my way up the front steps. The woman who blushed like a virgin when Max spoke with her four days ago was working again. She saw me coming and her eyes widened.
“C-can I help you, m-miss?” She asked uncertainly while eyeing my attire.
I looked down and grimaced. My wedding dress that was white when I left my grandfather’s house was now stained with mud, but I didn’t give a shit. A week ago when I bought it, I thought it was the shit. It came to rest at just about knee level. It was fitted at the top, and resembled a large ballerina tutu at the bottom. Pure white with sparkling sequins at the top, it made me feel beautiful and pretty. Now it just enraged me that I was ready and Max wasn’t out to marry me.
“Yes. You can take me to your chief.” I commanded.
She picked up the phone and made a call. The chief arrived a few minutes later looking aggravated that he’d been interrupted. “What do you need, Mary?”
The blushing virgin, Mary, nodded her head into my direction. “That would be me. I want my fiancé out, now. We’re getting married in fifteen minutes.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t help you. He’s being questioned right now. He’ll be out as soon as he can get out. This is all up to the judge now.” The Chief said.
I stared him down for a few seconds before saying, “Take me to him. Now.”
We stared at each other for a few minutes before his mouth twitched, and he motioned for me to follow him. We walked through the maze of hallways before he opened a door that read ‘Questioning in Progress” and let me through it. I stopped short when I saw that the room he led me to had a one-way mirror.
My gaze connected with Max’s form instantly. He was in a pair of jeans that fit him just right, and a black t-shirt. His face was sporting facial hair that would look god-awful in our wedding photos, but that was the least of my worries at the moment. He also looked to be sleeping. I smiled my first genuine smile in four days when I witnessed this. The man had an uncanny ability to sleep absolutely anywhere.