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She wasn’t stupid.
It had been a way to prove the TSP’s point to her.
They controlled who they wanted to control. Even a woman who had just given birth eight days earlier. She’d just been cleared to drive again yesterday. Those assholes.
Heather was starting to hate the TSP with a passion. First because of Steve, then because of Nick and now…they were jerking her around. Just because they could.
Her thoughts were consumed with Nick and Joy and what Joy had said happened that day. She didn’t see the white TSP SUV sitting there at a side road, until it was far too late.
She checked her odometer and winced.
She should have been paying better attention. She hadn’t been caught speeding in a good five years. Speeding was dangerous, she knew that. Had seen proof of it too many times. She’d just gotten caught up in her head and had been…stupid.
Herpalsat work were going to have a field day with this.
She rolled down the window and waited, badge ready. As she watched thesheriff of Garrityhimself swagger up to her window. Figured. He was probably there and waiting for her to drive right by. Probably been told to deliver a warning or something like that.
Heather didn’t trust anyone in this good old boys’ club any longer. Yeah, that ass would fit right in with the good old boys’ club of Major Crimes.
Well, he was welcome to it.
She’d take Chief Elliot Marshall up on his offer of a position on his regular force, and make it work. Even if it meant a pay cut. She had to get out of Wichita Falls before she snapped. Her sister Bonnie had wanted Heather to move in with her for a while, anyway. The house her sister had now was big enough for Heather and her girls. And Heather wanted herfamily.
Her girls neededherfar more than she needed Major Crimes or Internal Affairs. No matter what.
Now, though, she had to deal with this small-town sheriff and get home. She was a nursing mother, damn it. She needed to be with herbabyright now.
Like right now, damn it.
37
There wassomething about the woman that was strangely familiar. He just couldn’t put his finger on what it was about her that stood out.
He’d seen her before—or someone who’d looked a great deal like her. He’d bet a million—if he had it—on that.
When he realized who he was thinking about he gave himself a mental slap upside the head.
Not every dark-eyed, pale skinned, dark-haired woman who stood over five seven was Zoey. Why couldn’t he remember that?
He was starting to get a little pitiful here.
That gorgeous Zoey-woman was driving him mad.Thiswoman was still in her damned car. He studied her for a moment. Maybe it was the cheekbones. The jawline. The shape of the eyes, definitely. It gave him pause.
From a distance, he’d have to look twice, he bet. Maybe even a third time.
The pissed-off supermodel look in the big dark eyes that dominated her face was definitely familiar. Plenty of bite in this one, he bet.
Just like in his soul mate.
This woman looked more like Zoey’s sister than…Zoey’s sisters. How interesting.
“I’ll need to see your license and registration.” He’d been doing traffic stops since his first day on the job. And she’d been going too fast. No denying that. They both knew it. She was the first license plate he’d run on Old Coleson Road that didn’t belong there, and she’d been flying. “Going a bit fast, weren’t you?”
She’d been fast, all right. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have pulled her over. He was a man on a mission, after all. He had places to be—and a woman who looked a lot like this one to seduce, too.
This woman had stood out. Not just for the speed either. A woman who looked like this stood out. Even sitting behind the wheel of a Jeep—the same year and model as his woman’s. Only difference was the color.
“Got you, Officer.” She had a low, warm voice, one filled with irony. And the same rich tone that characterized the love of Murdoch’s life. Oh, if he was a betting man… “I’ve been through the routine before.”
