He cocked his head observing me from top to bottom, something tightened in his features and
he swallowed before speaking again. “Who did that to you?” he asked, with a suppressed growl
evident in his voice.
“That’s none of your damn business, Sir,” I shot back. His eyes closed as if trying to gain a
sense of composure.
“Anything that happens in this town is my business. We don’t let men beat the shit out of
women here,” he growled out.
“Well, it didn’t happen here, rest assured. Do you need proof I’m here legally or something?” I
asked. And he gave me a no shit look.
So I held my hands up. “I’ll get the damn papers,” the ice queen in my chest spat, and I
stormed into the house and dug through my backpack for the papers. Snatching them, I took a
breath.
This isn’t you, it’s the trauma talking, I told myself, and I knew I was right. I took a moment
to humble myself before I stepped out to greet the handsome officer more demurely. I just
handed him the papers and looked down waiting for a response. It was a while before one
came.
“So, Jake, you said Jake was your uncle?” he asked, handing me back the papers.
“Yeah, my dad’s brother, but he died before I was born, so Jake had been like a dad to me,” I
elaborated. His face tightened a fraction before he handed me the papers back, his shoulders
sagged. “Jake was a good man,” he said solemnly.
“He was the best,” I acknowledged, my heart aching. His face strained for a moment.
Next he asked, “So what seems to be the problem?” pointing at the truck.
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