Where Would I Be Without You - By CJ Hawk Page 0,74

or my streamline of chaos that I have created.

"Hi, I'm Kia Clark. We haven't met but..." He boldly interrupted me with a laughter I will never forget.

"Kia. We've met alright. I've been warned and just as I was told, it wouldn't be long before we met, but my first day! That was not what I was hoping for."

Chapter Three

So what if he had a file on me the size of a locker box. So what if he was warned. So what if he looked like a Greek God and had this authoritative manner that made every single ambulance, fire and tow person jump on his words. So what? Problem was; he insisted on driving me home, reading me the riot act like I was a five-year-old who just stole all the cookies from the cookie jar right before dinner. I know this because I have done it more times than I could count, and every time I did; I got the listen here speech. The very same one Sheriff Cal thought I should get again. As we pulled up to my place, he asked me one last time if I wanted to go to the hospital to get my head check out. However, before I could answer, he started to laugh at the inside joke he must have told himself, one that I was sure went something like mentally get checked out.

I got out and slammed the sheriff's car door. The one that the deputies brought to him at the scene of the accident to drive back to work in. I started stomping my feet up the walkway to my unit in the fourplex I lived at. Then I heard his authoritative voice holler out my name from behind me, and I turned to see him standing behind the cruiser with one arm resting on the open door and the other on the hood with a sexy grin that would make any girl drop to her knees. "Hey Kia?"

Of course, I melted from the sound of his voice, just like those M&M's melted in my hand while jaws for life opened up the roof of my car, but when I turned to take a look of my new handsome hero, his smile made my insides do the crazy roller coaster thing. It took me a second to reply with some sanity to my voice and to keep my knees from wobbling. "Yeah Cal?"

"You have twenty-four hours to stop by the office to file your report. If this is going to be a regular thing I have to deal with, then you are going to be at my office every single time, writing up the report for me and doing my filing. Twenty-four hours or I'll have Deputy Mike come arrest you."

I pouted my lips, glared his direction as my hands instinctively went to my hips, and a go fuck yourself look set on my face. That got a huge roll of laughter out of him, and he was in the sheriff's car and driving away with the lights on in a matter of seconds.

I doubted he had anywhere to go. He was probably one of those cops that just liked to put his lights on and speed, to get wherever he was going just because he wanted to. I guess with his new authority, not to add to the fact that a body and smile like he had, he probably could get away with just about anything he wanted to. That would include seducing me if he so desired. If it wasn't his sexy as sin smile that made me want to crumble it was his piercing steel blue eyes with his dark-brown hair setting those eyes on fire. And, if I was to be completely honest with myself, it was his muscular body and authoritative demeanor that made me want him to be my personal rescue hero.

All of these thoughts about the new Sheriff Cal raised a serious question in my mind, would I be finding more trouble - intentionally, no - or would more trouble be finding me. I shook that thought off as I opened up my door to unit number two in my fourplex of tiny white row homes that looked like summer cottages, compliments of my landlord and her great skill for gardening.

I got inside my tiny home, sat down in my chair looking out at the gardens that old Ms. Mallei, my landlord, worked on religiously and started to cry. Unfortunately, my pity party