Ask Me If I Care (SWAT Generation 2.0 #4) - Lani Lynn Vale Page 0,6

led to the parking lot.

I yawned. “I really should be going, too.”

Dad reached into his pocket and stood.

Lock did as well, my mother having taught them manners that when a lady stands, boys did, too.

“Go. I’ll catch a ride home with Lock and Saylor,” Dad said, handing me his keys.

I blew out a relieved breath. “Thanks, Dad. Tomorrow is a testing day, and you know how those days are.”

Dad nodded and gestured for me to go. “If you hurry, you can catch up to the group already walking out. Then I won’t worry about you.”

The ‘group’ was a few members of his old SWAT team and their wives.

I smiled and waved, punched my brother in the butt as hard as I could, and hauled ass to catch up to the group.

Only, when I got to them, they were caught at the door and had to talk to the coordinator of the ball.

I grimaced and slipped around them, avoiding eye contact so they wouldn’t be tempted to pull me into the conversation.

Luckily, I got out of the room without a word.

I even slipped out into the chilly night air without notice as well.

When I got outside, I decided that my heels had to go because there was no way I would be making it across the cracked parking lot in one piece if I didn’t.

Slipping them off one by one, I started around the building toward my dad’s truck, taking the long way which enabled me to stay on the concrete for as long as possible.

It was that act right there that enabled me to sneak up on Hayes and Ryan as I turned the corner.

“…put your hands on her and left a mark,” Hayes growled, getting up into Ryan’s face.

Brooke, who was staring stunned beside them, took a step back.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Hayes.” Ryan jerked himself away from Hayes. “Get off me.”

“You left a mark on her arm. You followed her to the bathroom,” Hayes said. “She has a mark on her arm from you grabbing her that’s likely gonna bruise.”

Speaking of bruise, I could feel the mark throbbing right then.

“I did not,” Ryan growled, pushing Hayes.

Hayes let himself be pushed. “Don’t ever touch her again, Ryan.”

Hayes’ lethal voice had me shivering as a jolt of something not altogether unpleasant powered through my veins.

Turning on my heel, I hurried in the direction of my dad’s truck, cutting through the flower bed to do so.

By the time I arrived at his truck and had it unlocked, I chanced a look at the corner of the building.

The only ones I saw there were Brooke and Ryan.

No Hayes at all.

If I’d only looked behind me, not two car lengths away, he sat on his bike in the shadows, watching me look for him.

Disappointed not to catch a last glance of the man, I got into my dad’s truck and started it up, chancing one more glance around the parking lot for the man who made my heart skip beats.

Sadly, I didn’t see him.

He saw me, though.

Prologue II

**POOF** I lost interest.

-Ares’ secret thoughts

Ares

“What’s going on there?” I asked my dad, staring intently at a shirtless man in a car.

The shirtless man being Derek Roberts.

And he didn’t look very happy at all to have his photo taken.

“Calendar shoot,” Dad answered as he bailed out of the cruiser. “Hurry up. I don’t have all day.”

I rolled my eyes and walked into the station with him, wondering why I was here again.

“Hurry up, Ares. Come on!” I hurried up, but only mildly. Picking up my feet, I may have thrown in an added step every three or four to make myself appear as if I was hurrying when I most certainly was not.

I did not want to be here.

In fact, I wasn’t sure why I was here.

Well, that was a lie.

I knew why I was there.

I was reporting a suspected bullying to the school resource officer, and I was making my father come with me.

Though, this would’ve all been way fucking easier if the school had a permanent full-time resource officer. But, since they didn’t, they were using a couple of volunteer officers.

“Why do we have to hurry?” I whined as I ambled after my dad.