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I still have no idea what to tell him about his father being my mate, or if I should even tell him that part; he'll question me more. I'm hoping to find a way around that one. We’re almost there when we hear sirens go off behind us just as Zoe pulls onto the school's road. She curses under her breath, and glances in the rearview mirror.
“Shit,” I say. “I wonder why they’re pulling us over? You’re not doing anything wrong.” Maybe Zoe was accidentally speeding?
Zoe’s brows furrow and she pulls over onto the side of the road. She immediately rummages for her registration papers from the glove box, nearly spilling the contents on the floor as she digs for her insurance and registration documents. A moment later, the officer knocks on the window and she winds it down.
“Afternoon, ladies,” he says. Zoe looks at him like a deer in headlights; I watch her hands tremble nervously. Her sudden fear confuses me.
“Afternoon, officer,” I answer when she says nothing and only stares at the man. I give him a brief wave.
“License and registration,” he asks, holding his hand out for the documents in Zoe's hand. Zoe fumbles and I raise an eyebrow at her. Why is she so nervous?
“Here, sir,” she stammers, passing her documentation to him. He looks it over briefly and hands it back to her.
“I am afraid I have to book you for…” he pauses, walking around the car before kneeling in front of her Volkswagen and looking under it. He gets up, walking around to my side, checking the exterior of the car.
“...bald tires,” he states.
I raise an eyebrow before I grit my teeth. Fucking Valen—it had to be him. This cop doesn't even look like he knows why he's pulling us over and it’s clear he's looking for any reason to target us.
“They’re brand new!” Zoe argues.
The officer shrugs and starts writing her a ticket just as Macey suddenly pulls up behind us.
“Friend of yours?” he asks, and I look over the back seat to see her getting out of her car.
“Is everything alright, officer?” Macey asks, coming over and stopping beside him. He doesn't even glance at her, just continues jotting down on his notepad.
“Yes, your friend here has bald tires.”
“Bald tires?” Macey asks, looking at the wheels, clearly none of which are bald.
“Yep, I'm giving her a ticket; she shall have fourteen days to fix the issue or I will pull her car from the road,” he explains.
“This is bullshit,” Zoe mutters.
“Pardon, ma’am?” the officer asks with a coy smile on his lips.
“Nothing, sir,” she grinds out through clenched teeth, looking back out the windshield. Her knuckles turn white as she grips the steering wheel and I see a bead of sweat run down the back of her neck. The officer chuckles before handing her the paper.
“I'll be seeing you later,” he states.
“Hopefully not,” Macey says and he laughs, wandering back to his car.
“Are you alright? You totally freaked out when he tapped on your window,” I tell Zoe. Macey stops next to her window, watching the officer walk back to his car.
“Zoe?” Macey asks when she doesn’t answer me. Macey looks at her, concerned.
“That’s Micah’s father,” Zoe admits.
I gasp, swiveling my head to look back at the man as he pulls away and back into the traffic.
“His father is a cop? Does he know about Casey?”
“No, of course not,” Zoe says.
“I thought when he pulled me over… I don’t know. I thought maybe he found out about Casey and would take her from me,” Zoe breathes.
“No one is taking our kids from us,” I reassure her, but she grips the steering wheel tighter. I rub her back and she takes some deep breaths.
