Less than five minutes after passing the “Welcome to Cash, Texas,” sign, barely a block past the town square, and she had ‘the laws’ on her ass. Fabulous. Abso-fricken-lutely fabulous.
What a welcome home.
Stephanie Taggart glanced in the rearview mirror at the red and blue lights behind her, also catching a glimpse of her now mostly-brown hair in the process. She pulled her rental car to the side of the road and reached for her purse in the seat beside her, fishing out her driver’s license. Hopefully, he wouldn’t make too much of a fuss over the discrepancy in her hair color. She missed the strawberry blonde hair she’d been known for as much as she missed her best friend Krista and her cat Pooka. After putting the car in park, she rolled down the window, wondering what she’d done wrong.
“License and registration,” a husky male voice said. He leaned over and slid his sunglasses off his nose.
“What’s the problem, officer?” The words were cheesy lines from a low-budget porno. She almost laughed, then did laugh when she realized who had stopped her. The sheriff’s son.
“You were going seven miles over the speed limit.” R. J. Townsend stared down at her, his thickly lashed blue-green eyes hard. “Miss…” The corners of his eyes crinkled a bit as his tanned face broke into a smile she easily returned, “—Taggart, as I live and breathe, is that really you, Steph?”
“Hey, R.J.” From kindergarten until eighth grade, she’d sat in front of R.J. Townsend. Taggart…Townsend, and the alphabet.
She’d been the pretty, smart, popular one destined for a career in medicine, and he’d been the town jock, destined for the NFL. She’d dated his best friend, while R. J. had dated the head cheerleader. She’d gone to UCLA on a full scholarship; he’d gone to the University of Texas, also on a full scholarship. He’d blown a knee and become a cop like his dad; she’d needed extra money and become a porn star instead of a doctor, and now, here they were. In Cash, Texas.
Looked like things hadn’t quite worked out how either of them had planned though she had few complaints. She wondered if R. J. would say the same.
Copyright 2017 by Amie Stuart. All rights reserved.