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shifts the car smoothly into drive. We pull back out onto the highway. “I was cruising west on forty when I heard the radio call for a 10-29, that’s a stolen vehicle.” He explains to me and I nod not saying a word. I glance at his hands as he drives noticing he’s not married or at least not wearing a ring. “As they give out the description I see the vehicle heading east bound, so I spin my car around and go in pursuit. He tries to run, I pull up fast behind him when a whitish-blue stream of smoke comes out of the exhaust and he starts slowing down. You know how those types are, well, you probably don’t, but he immediately bails and of all things, runs out into the desert. Basically, I chased him down without any problems.”
    “So you weren’t contacted through the local sheriff’s department?”
    He smiles that earth-shattering smile of his. “No, I’m with the Arizona Highway Patrol.”
    “Ohh…” I reply. My bubble of hope for him bursts. He’s exactly like one of those ego inflated guys that uses his position to charm the pants off the girls. I’ve grown up around cops and some are self-confident, but humble guys and some sadly are pompous asses. I’m no Blessed Virgin Mary, but I’m not going to succumb to the damsel in distress syndrome either. 
    “Well… thanks Officer Shelton, I’m glad the rental car was found.” I bounce my foot again, but this time I’m not twisted like a pretzel obsessed with him. Granted, looks are not everything, however, I’m not a girl to complain when a guy is hot and has the decorum not to treat her like she’s completely stupid. His one hand rests on the steering wheel and the other on his thigh, I can see my reflection in his Aviators’ as he keeps glancing over at me. 
    “So… Route 66 huh?”
    “Ah uh…” I nip at my lip wishing I had something to listen to other than him.
    “Are you meeting some family or a group of friends on this trip of yours?”
    I chew harder on my lip as I answer, “Yeah, my boyfriend is in New Mexico. He’s probably going stir crazy right now.” My brain throws a conniption fit as to why am I doing this? Lying . Lying to a man with a badge, my dad taught me better than this. It must be the stress I’ve endured for the past few hours, between my sister, my dad, the rental car.
    “Your boyfriend …” his voice draws me back from my mental nagging and I snap my head in his direction. The blankness written across my face must have told him I wasn’t listening. Clearing his throat, I watch as the tiny corner of his lips curve up and he asks whatever he was fishing for, out of me. “Your boyfriend… was that him on the phone?”
    The words hurl out of my mouth without any thought, “Yes, and my dad. He’s an LAPD officer, he’s just a little overprotective at times.”
    “Who? Your dad or your boyfriend?”
    I groan inside, I’m really digging this hole of mine too deep. “My dad,” I say honestly, but I ramble on about having a boyfriend to keep him at arm’s length. I certainly don’t need one thing to lead to another even if I thought he was incredibly hot and doable. We talk about how long my dad has been on the force and what influenced him to take on the challenge of law enforcement. The conversation flows rather well actually and without any more deceptions or uncomfortableness, until my phone rings. Just as we pull up to the sleek black SUV that I thought I might not ever see again, I check to see who’s calling.
    “I’ve got to take this,” I tell him opening the door.
    “Boyfriend?” He asks with a brow raising over his concealing shades.
    “Yeah.” I step out into the Arizona heat and feel the cop’s eyes on me. I’m still in earshot of him so I answer the only way I know how to in this awkward situation. “Hi Baby, I miss you so much. I can’t wait to get there.”
    “Sin, every time I call you it is an adventure.”
    “That’s why you love me so much, play along okay ?” I whisper