Eat Crow (Cheap Thrills Series Book 6) by Mary Moore (novels to improve english .txt) 📕

day by telling him what else had happened, but just for one minute, I wanted to enjoy this moment of calm before the shit hit the fan.

“I was just calling to—” A voice behind him said something, cutting him off. “One second, baby.”

Backing out of the spot I’d parked in, I went to take the turning that would take me home but decided to go left instead, which would take me past P.V.P.D. where he was. I was using the extra time to figure out how to tell him what’d happened, and maybe if I was in front of him, it would make a difference?

Not once in all of it did I think that in small towns, news traveled quickly. I really should have, though.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Logan’s voice roared into the car, making me squeak. “He threatened you? He threatened Pops?”

I was three minutes away from his building, but I needed to calm him down now. “Only a little?”

“A little?” he snapped, sounding incredulous. “He tried to imply that you’d advocated for everything to be cool and well with rape.” Eh, that was about right. “And then said he was exhuming Pops out of his final resting place, and he couldn’t be buried in the town limits. Are you seriously telling me that’s a little?”

Hitting the indicator to pull into the parking lot in front of the department, I wiggled my head from side to side, like I was thinking about it. He was right, but we couldn’t figure this out if he was heated.

“From what I can tell, he can’t do anything,” I told him as I cut the engine and picked up my phone now that the call wasn’t coming through the speakers. “I know you can’t talk about it, but—”

Another voice called his name. “One second, baby. Mark needs to tell me something.” He was back almost instantly. “You have a Prius?”

I’d just been getting out of the car when he asked it, so I looked up expecting to see him, but he wasn’t there. “Where are you?”

“Please tell me you don’t drive a Prius.”

“It’s good for the environment and drives like a dream,” I said defensively, rubbing the top of the car. “Plus, I got it in black, so it looks badass.”

When he didn’t say anything back, I checked the screen and saw he’d ended the call.

“Well, that wasn’t nice.” Yes, I spoke to my car.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had one?” Logan asked, making me jump until I saw his reflection in the window of my car.

Spinning to face him, I crossed my arms over my chest. “What difference does it make? It’s environmentally conscious, and I’m afraid to have an electric car in case I forget to charge it. Do you know how many times I forget to charge my phone? What if I left a light on by mistake when I parked it? So I did the best I could and bought Ho-Baggins.”

“Ho-Baggins?”

Pointing at the object the argument was about—my car, a Prius called Ho-Baggins–I nodded once. “Yeah, because it suits him, and he gets a lot of attention, so he’s a ho.”

Rubbing his face with both hands, he glared at the car and then aimed the full force of it on me. “For the record, I don’t approve of your vehicle. Also, for the record, I will never refer to it as Ho-Baggins. And finally, let the record also note that no matter what color you got it in, it’s definitely not badass.”

Then, grabbing my hand, he gently pulled me into the building. Going from the heat outside into the air conditioning felt amazing, but I was also glad I’d worn a slightly padded bra. Hey, my nipples chose the life they lead, not me.

As we walked over a specific area, I had a vivid memory recall of the time I booped Logan on the nose and then knocked on his head and felt my cheeks start burning. Why must I do dumb shit like that?

Glancing over his shoulder, the grin Logan shot me showed he remembered it as well. “Think about it every day when I walk right here.”

Damn it. Could I not be remembered for something that wasn’t embarrassing?

Apparently not, because as we walked past the desks, the officers that could make a show of eating bananas did just that.

Figuring that keeping my head down would be a better option, I looked down at the floor, not realizing where I was going until Logan started speaking again.

“Okay, guys, she’s here. Mark’s going to take her statement while we do Hurst and Cole’s. Alejandro says he’ll deal with talking to the people y’all said witnessed it. We need to get every single detail of the incident, and then—”

“We’ve done this before, Richards,” DB interrupted, sounding amused. “But I get it—it’s different when it’s your woman.”

Pulling me next to him and putting his arm around me, I got to see the occupants of the room. DB, Hurst, Cole, and Mark all waved at me like nothing was going on.

Then, Logan said something that made my mind go blank.

“She’s not my woman, DB, she’s my everything. Nothing hurts her, nothing upsets her, nothing gets to her, and I’m going to make sure of it.”

Forgetting people were watching us, I grabbed the collar of his uniform and pulled him down so that his mouth was above mine. “I fucking love you.”

Unfortunately, with the hail of emotions from what’d just happened clashing with the feelings what he’d just said had brought forward for me, it came out loudly. So loud the desks closest to the door heard it, and it sounded aggressive, like a threat.

One day I’d have a memory from here that didn’t make me wake up in the middle of the night.

But today was not that day.

I wanted to kiss him properly, but I’d already embarrassed myself enough, so I kept it PG and pulled away quickly. It was only as I took a step back that I noticed