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under my breath trusting Trey will get the hint.
    “Who’s playing?” he taunts and I imagine a cunning grin devouring his face. He’s enjoying this.
    “And that is why I love you, you’re so bad. You just wait till I get there, you’re going to get it.”
    “I like the way this call is going, where do you want to meet, babe ?”
    “Well, I’ve got to sign some papers, get some gas and then get back on the road. Hopefully, it won’t be too long. Okay, baby?”
    “Sin, you will definitely have to tell me this story in detail when whatever this is, is over.”
    “You bet, anything for you.” I may have been laying it on a little thick, but at least the cop has buried himself in writing out his report and I’m no longer under his menacing surveillance. Stepping away from the car more I end the call. I make a direct path for the rental and have relief instantly wash over me. My purse is dumped out onto the floorboard, all the replaceable contents sprinkle the mat, mascara, lipstick, my brush, and my wallet. I lean over and start tossing everything back inside when I feel a warm hand pressing against my back. I practically jump out of my skin and glare over my shoulder at Officer Shelton.
    “You may want to cancel your credit cards and…” he begins to state. 
    “I already have all my ID’s, Visa, and cash on me,” I interject lifting my driver’s license and cards between us. “I don’t carry these in my purse especially while I’m traveling.” I tuck my cards back inside my wristlet and brush my hair out of my eyes. “So, where do you want me to sign Officer Shelton?”
    He has me sign a few papers and as I hand him back his pen he takes off his Aviators. Watching him situate his sunglasses away I discreetly inspect his uniform. Not a speck of dirt on it, pressed, and all the buttons gleam, I swallow timidly as I follow up his pristine shirt and meet his eyes. They’re bold and blue and not what I expected, did he know he was getting under my skin, that I was lying too, is it even possible that he could detect that I was failing miserably at keeping my guard up?
    “Ms. Noelle, you have some gas in the car. It’s enough to get you to the next gas station. There is a gas station and a hotel about fifteen miles east of here. If I might suggest, since it has been such a stressful day and it will be getting dark in a few hours, that you might want to start out fresh in the morning.”
    “Thanks, and I’m sure you’re right, but I already have a place to stay in Gallup. So, if there isn’t anything else, I’m going to get back on the road. But thank you for all your help today.” Why do I get the feeling he wants to say something, like more intruding personal questions tittering on unfolding, ready to put me through the wringer? But he taps the brim of his hat and quietly strides back to his car.
    I settle back into the driver’s seat of my rental and drop my shoulders and whisper, “Weird, weird, weird.”
    I let my eyes close and mentally push out all the gut twisting stress pinned up inside. And then I remember my food, all my comfort food is still in his car. Shit! I adjust the rearview mirror and see his patrol car unmoved, it looks like he writing his daily grind down. I let out a growl and hop back out of the rental, once I reach his door I start to tap on the glass but he already sees me. He doesn’t give me a hard time or makes me feel like he’s a wolf in patrolman’s clothing— even though he most definitely is . Instead, he politely helps me gather my things and before I know it I’m off to the first Hampton Inn I can find.
     

     
    Six hundred and fifty miles away from home and I’m already deviating from all the extensive well-thought out plans my dad has laid out so meticulously before me. Hours and hours we spent tracing our fingertips along the familiar US map, following the bold red marker Dad highlighted along the notorious highway. I wanted this, I wanted to step outside