Dara watched as a cop unfolded himself out of his cruiser, his huge profile striding to her car.
Well, well, isn't he a hunk of love? But what had she done wrong? Who really knew? She'd been busy texting and not paying attention to her speed.
He leaned down, and in the dark his face was shadowed, she couldn't see his features very well. A feeling of disquiet wrapped its tentacles around Dara and she dismissed it easily. After all, he was a cop!
His hand rested on the threshold where the window had slid open and he leaned in.
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