too close. The paramedics are working on him now and they’ll be taking him to the emergency room at Red Rock Hospital to be evaluated. You can meet him there.”
“ Thank you, officer. We’ll be there in a few minutes.”
The phone clicked in her ear and Laurel pulled it away to stare at it a minute. She shook her head and moved back toward the paramedics, leaving the phone on Matt’s abdomen. “His parents will meet you at the hospital.”
“ Thanks. Officer?” the guy who’d given her the once over asked, hinting for her name.
“ Hayes,” she supplied. He wasn’t bad looking. Short blond hair, green eyes and muscled all in the right places. Cute.
“ Do you have a first name, Officer Hayes?” he asked.
She hesitated for a moment. “Laurel.”
“ Nice to meet you, Laurel. I’m Chance Dalton.”
“ Dalton!” his buddy snapped. “You can do your flirting later. We’ve got a kid we need to get to the hospital.”
“ See ya around, Laurel.”
“ Probably not.”
Chance winked and grinned from ear to ear as they lifted the stretcher and wheeled Matt to the ambulance.
Laurel rolled her eyes and headed for the patrol car to do the paperwork. The flashing blue lights were shut off with a flick of the switch as she settled behind the wheel.
The growl of a diesel engine caught her attention. She lifted her head just in time to see a big Chevy truck run a red light.
Tossing the clipboard onto the seat next to her, she turned on her blue lights again and pulled away from the curb. With her foot hard on the pedal, she quickly gained on the truck, waiting until it pulled over to the side of the road. She radioed into dispatch her whereabouts and the situation before she got out of the car.
There appeared to be a man behind the wheel with a black cowboy hat on. Not like every man in the area doesn’t wear a hat around here.
Stepping up to the driver’s side door, she tapped on the window and indicated for the man to roll the window down.
“ Do you know why I pulled you over, sir?”
“ Laurel?”
She looked into the cab of the truck and sighed. “Mr. Dunn.” Great. Running into Kale like this, isn’t going to be good. “Can I see your license and registration please?”
Kale shut the truck off and popped the driver’s side door.
“ Stay in your vehicle, Mr. Dunn.”
“ Come on, Laurel. It’s me, Kale. What’s the problem?”
“ I know who you are, but I’m also on duty. I need your license and registration,” she replied, stepping back and dropping her palm on the butt of the gun at her hip.
“ Fine,” he growled, leaning over to the glove compartment and pulling out some papers. Next came his wallet from his back pocket. “Here.”
“ I’ll be right back.” She walked back to the cruiser, arguing with herself over calling in his information. She really didn’t know anything about him at all other than he owned a good size ranch outside of town and he had the most delicious mouth she’d ever seen on a man—a mouth she’d fantasized about half the night.
Procedure said she had to call it in. “Dispatch. Run this license plate please.” After she called off the numbers, she waited for the results to come as she watched Kale tap his fingers on the edge of the driver’s side window. Long and lean, those fingers could do wonderful things to her body if she’d take him up on his offer. I bet the calluses I felt last night, would feel really nice on my skin.
“ Car twelve?”
“ Go ahead dispatch.”
“ License clear. Belongs to Kale Anthony Dunn.” The dispatcher went on to rattle off his address which matched his driver’s license and Laurel tuned out the rest of the information while she checked out his height, weight, eye color and birth date. Mmm. Thirty-two, huh. With a birthday coming up. Interesting. A pause in the dispatcher’s voice brought her attention back to the situation at hand. “Ten-four.”
She grabbed her ticket book, opened her door, and