Reckless (Mason Family #3) - Adriana Locke Page 0,30
close my eyes and remind myself that I can’t be wanted for something. I haven’t done anything. I’m not a criminal.
But what if someone planted my DNA at a crime scene?
I choke back a mouthful of vomit.
“Hey, how ya doing over there?” Boone asks. His voice is eerily calm, only mildly tinged with a curiosity that I feel too.
I look at him. “I feel like I’m gonna puke if you’re really looking for an answer.”
“Well, don’t do it in here.”
“You offered me a ride. To the police station,” I say, raising a brow. “I have to think that you realized I might be a little nervous.”
He rolls his tongue around his cheek before turning at me with a cautious twinkle in his eye. “I figured that women who do breaking and enterings were probably used to this kind of thing.”
I roll my eyes. “Under the circumstances, I’m not laughing.”
“Oh, come on. That was funny.”
“Maybe later it will be.” I focus my attention back on the road. “Time will tell.”
He regrips the steering wheel. “You really don’t know what this is about?”
“No. Believe it or not, I have had one interaction with the police. That was about three weeks ago when my landlord told me I could pay my rent in blow jobs and I threatened him with a baseball bat.”
A shadow sweeps across Boone’s face. His jaw tightens. “He did what?”
I ignore the question. It doesn’t matter.
“So, unless they have a question for me about that or if Chuck decided to press some kind of charge on me for something—I have no idea.”
“Chuck’s the landlord?”
I nod.
He lets his gaze linger on me for a long second before looking at the road.
Boone flips the turn signal, and as we take an exit to the right, the gray building comes into view. With each roll of the tires closer, the sicker I get.
Something is wrong. I can feel it.
My palms sweat as Boone parks the car, and my heart races as he turns off the ignition. Silence descends upon us, and I feel like I’m drowning in it.
“You don’t have to wait,” I tell him.
I’m not sure how much time passes with me sitting next to him, my eyes fixed on the large doors leading into the precinct. But eventually, I realize that there has been no response.
I turn my head and see him sitting with one arm draped over the steering wheel.
“Either I’ll be right here or I’ll go in with you,” he says. “Whatever you want.”
A lump settles in my throat at the genuineness of his words. Why is he so nice to me?
“That’s not necessary—” I begin, but he cuts me off.
“I gave you two choices.” He grins softly. “Pick between them.”
I open my mouth to argue again, but the grin pulls into a smirk, and I know he’s not going to give in.
The door to the station opens and snatches my attention away from Boone. Instantly, my chest tightens with anxiety.
“I’m going with you,” he says with a finality in his tone. “Let’s go.”
I want to tell him no, but he’s already out of the car. And, if I’m being honest, the idea of walking in there alone puts me on the verge of blacking out.
Boone waits for me at the front of the car. I climb out and close the door. With one foot in front of the other, I make my way to him. He stands tall and sturdy as if he’s not the least bit concerned that he’ll be nabbed as a co-conspirator in some made-for-television drama that he knows nothing about.
Hell, I’m worried about it, and I know I’m innocent.
We make our way across the parking lot. Gravel crunches under our shoes. The sun is bright, a weird juxtaposition to the situation.
“I was thinking,” he says as we get to the door. “I’ll cook for you tonight.”
“What? Why are you thinking about that?”
“Isn’t it obvious that I might just like spending time with you,” he says, echoing the statement I gave him a few minutes ago.
We pause at the door. I face him, taking in the pools of green that feel like the safest place in the world at the moment.
“In case I forget to tell you,” I say, the words wobbling. “Thank you for bringing me here and coming in with me.”
His shoulders drop the slightest bit. “You’re welcome.”
I nod, gathering my courage. “Okay. Let’s go.”
“After you.”
He swings the doors open, and a blast of chilled air billows out of the building.