In the next fifteen minutes, I met both Roxie’s boyfriend Hank (he looked like a Nightingale, tall, lean and handsome as all get out) and Jet’s boyfriend Eddie (he was Mexican American, also tall, also lean and f**king hot). They were both cops and they were the first to the scene after the squad car.
Two minutes later, Luke’s Porsche glided in and parked in the yellow lined area right at the front doors next to Eddie’s red Dodge Ram.
Crapity, crap, crap, crap.
He strode through the doors and all the Walgreen’s employees took a step back after one glance at him. I figured they did this not only because he looked like he wanted to rip someone’s head off but also because he looked like he could.
One of the cops straightened when Luke arrived at our huddle. I was sitting (more like shaking like a f**king leaf) on one of the cash register counters and all the cops were surrounding me.
“Stark,” the uniform cop said.
“You all right?” Luke ignored him and asked me.
I nodded.
“You know her?” The other uniform asked.
“Yeah,” Luke bit off.
There were two uniform cops, one youngish-looking white guy and one handsome black guy. They looked at Luke then at me then at the way Luke was staring at me.
“Oh shit,” the white cop said.
“This your woman?” the black cop asked.
“Yeah,” Luke answered.
“I am not your woman,” I snapped.
“Oh shit,” the white cop repeated.
Eddie, standing beside me, chuckled. Hank, standing by Eddie, looked at the ceiling.
“We gotta take her to the station. Take her statement, show her mug shots,” the white cop said.
“I’ll take her to the station,” Luke told them.
“Works for me,” the black cop said.
“Wait!” I cried, jumping off the counter. “Aren’t I supposed to go with you guys?”
They were already on the move.
“You can go with Stark,” the black cop told me.
“What if I don’t want to go with Stark?” I asked.
The black cop looked at Luke and grinned. Then his grin swung to me but he didn’t answer and he and the other uniform walked away.
“Go on vacation,” Hank advised Luke, also moving toward the door. “Seriously, Luke. Just pack her up and go. Let whatever this is blow over. Come back in a month.”
“That’s good advice,” Eddie agreed, following Hank. “Go somewhere far away. Australia.”
Then they were both gone.
I stood, still trembling because, let us not forget, I’d just been kidnapped and I watched the automatic doors close behind Eddie.
My eyes moved to Luke.