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“Arresting you.”
“But I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“You tried to break into the library, called a police officer a pig, and resisted arrest.”
“I didn’t resist arrest,” I argue because it’s possible I might have done the two other things he mentioned.
“You ran from a police officer.”
“And?”
“Running from an officer of the law is resisting arrest.”
I sigh. “Is this because you’re jealous of how big my dick is?”
“Can you stop talking about your dick for one minute?”
“I can. But you should probably talk to a therapist about your small dick syndrome.”
“I do not have small dick syndrome,” he grumbles.
“Of course, you don’t. And I don’t want a woman who thinks I’m a child.”
“What did you say?”
“Nothing. Go ahead, officer. Book me.”
Chapter 9
Who sold Brody fireworks? ~ Message from Peace on the Winter Falls Facebook page
Man, I’m tired. I can barely keep my eyes open as I drag myself from my pottery shed into the house. I blame Brody for how tired I am.
Trying to sleep when the man you know wants you is sleeping two doors away is not easy. A man who has six-pack abs, a firm ass, and broad shoulders. A man who—
Nope.Not a man, Soleil. He’s a child. And I don’t need another person to take care of. I want someone to take care of me for a change.
Plus, I don’t have sex with men I’m not committed to. Ever. No exceptions. Not even for a man whose cock felt long and hard against my stomach.
I shove all the sexy thoughts out of my mind and force myself to shower before throwing on a t-shirt and crawling into bed. I close my eyes and—
Boom!
My eyes fly open and I jump out of bed. What was that noise? Was it an explosion?
Creak!
My heart stalls in my chest. The sound is coming from inside the house. I grab the baseball bat next to my door before I crack it open and peek around the corner. The hallway’s dark making it impossible to see if anyone’s lurking there waiting to attack me.
I inhale a deep breath before stepping out of my room and starting to creep toward the living room.
Bam!
The crash came from behind me. I whirl around and sprint toward it. There’s another banging sound and I hone in on it. It’s coming from Brody’s room. Is he being attacked? I hold my bat up and square my shoulders before kicking the door open.
“I got you!” I yell as I enter.
“I didn’t do it, officer!” Brody holds up his hands.
