Page 70 of Under the Radar

Her eyes widened. “Ooh. Nachos.”

“With extra cheese.”

“Okay. Eat. Then home. Sex.” She grinned. “Lots of sex.”

“Perfect.”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Chase

We stumbled from the bar, laughing. I had my arm slung around Hannah’s shoulder, and her hand gripped my waist. I was pretty sure we were holding each other up. I looked up and down the street, surprised not to see any cabs waiting. She shivered, nestling closer. “We can just walk.”

“Where is your jacket?”

“In the truck.”

“Let’s get it. Then if no cabs show up, we’ll walk.”

We headed to the truck at the back of the bar, slightly weaving. I pulled the fob from my pocket, opening the door. I slid into the truck, looking around. It was colder than I expected it to be outside, and I decided we could sit in the truck and Hannah could get warm while we waited for a cab. I started the truck, and finally spotting the jacket on the floor behind the seats, I leaned over and grabbed it, rolling down the window. “Come get warm, and we’ll call a cab and wait here,” I instructed. Before she could move, bright lights hit my eyes, and I shielded them with my hand.

I cursed as I saw the police car in front of the truck. Hannah stopped walking, frowning. I turned off the truck, got out, and handed the jacket to her. An officer got out of the car, sauntering over, holding up a flashlight. There was no doubt who it was. I recognized the swagger.

He stopped in front of us, and Hannah waved her hand. “Get the light out of my face, Dan.”

“Where you two kids off to?”

“We’re heading home,” I informed him.

He tsked under his breath. “Driving while under the influence? Not a good idea.”

“I wasn’t driving,” I pointed out.

“You were in the truck. The engine was running.”

“I was getting her jacket and warming the truck so we could sit in it until the cab came. Not driving.”

“So you say.”

“It’s the truth.”

“From where I stand, looks to me like you were planning on driving.”

“We were waiting for a cab,” Hannah protested. “Just like Chase said.”

“You ordered one?”

“I was about to.”

He nodded, looking smug. “So you haven’t ordered a cab. You’ve been drinking. You were sitting behind the wheel of a running vehicle, and you expect me to believe it was to warm up.”

All the euphoria of the evening vanished. The slightly hazy feeling evaporated, and I was clearheaded and sober. Angry. “Yes,” I snapped. “Because it’s the truth.”

“I’m going to need you to step away from the vehicle, sir. I’m going to conduct a sobriety test.”

“There is no need to do that. I admit I’ve been drinking. I wasn’t going to drive.” Inwardly, I was cursing. I should never have started the truck. I had just given him the ammo he was looking for.

Hannah stepped between us. “We were going to walk, but it’s colder than we expected. Chase came to get my jacket and decided we should call a cab and sit in the truck to wait. That is all. I give you my word, Dan. He wasn’t going to drive. I wouldn’t let him do that.”