Wet and Reckless by Samanthe Beck EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Samanthe Beck
- Language: English
- Genre: Small Town & Rural Fiction
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Hey, handsome, maybe next time you’ll let me fiddle with your nightstick?
The question, delivered with a smile and a wink, replayed in West
Donovan’s mind as he steered his cruiser along Route 9. Thunderheads
gathered above the treetops to the south, but the impending summer storm
didn’t threaten his mood. Nonexistent traffic, a handful of miles, and a mere
fifty minutes stood between him and end of shift.
An hour from now, he could be down at Rawley’s Pub enjoying a hot meal,
a cold beer, and, if things went his way, a cocktail waitress with a little kink
for cops. She’d been very friendly last Friday when he’d gone for happy hour
with fellow officers of the newly established Bluelick PD.
As he’d settled his tab, she’d leaned in and whispered her not-so-innocent
invitation. He suspected she’d called him handsome because she couldn’t
remember his name. Not a problem. She might be bad with names, but he
didn’t consider that a deal-breaker. He’d spent a notable portion of his adult
life proving to all interested parties’ satisfaction that they didn’t need to be on
a first-name basis to pass a few mutually entertaining hours together.
He glanced at the clock on the dash. He and Callie with a “C” could go at
each other all night, and she could call him whatever she damn well pleased
the entire time. His fingers tapped out a beat on the steering wheel as he
contemplated the possibilities.
Thunder rumbled overhead. He rounded a curve just as the first fat raindrop
splattered on his windshield, and the cruiser’s headlights caught a figure
standing by the side of the road. It didn’t take law enforcement training to
know everything about this particular figure spelled disaster—from the
skimpy top sliding off slender shoulders, to the tiny skirt ending high on
coltish legs. And the exclamation point on this living, breathing dress code
violation? The extended arm with thumb cocked in the classic hitchhiker
pose.
He slowed the car, and Hitchhiker Barbie broke into a hip-swaying happy
dance, which got other portions of her anatomy bouncing.
He did not share her enthusiasm. Plans for a hot meal, cold beer, and
obliging waitress slipped down a few notches on his timeline. He pulled onto
the shoulder and killed the engine. Silently, he counted down the seconds
until she realized she’d thumbed a ride from the po-po. Three…two…one.
The dance stopped so abruptly he almost laughed. Then she did the least
logical yet most predictable thing possible. She picked up her stuff and took
off in the opposite direction. Sort of. The weight of her bags prevented a
quick getaway.
“Good call, genius,” he grumbled. “We’re in the middle of nowhere.
Where the hell do you think you’re going?” He shoved his hat on and got out
of the car. A cannon blast of thunder rent the sky. Seconds later, rain battered
the pavement. The furious cadence drowned out his long-suffering sigh.
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