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As I sat there freaking out about
the possibilities, I heard a knock on my window. My heart just about jumped out
of my chest. Hesitantly, I looked up and saw a tall hulk of a man right outside
the car. He gestured with his hands for me to open the door. I shook my head
no. This guy was huge. There was no way I was opening the door.
He nodded, held up a finger as if
telling me to wait, and disappeared. I waited, wondering what he was up to and
whether I could find any sort of weapon. I settled for closing my fist around
the small container of mace I kept in my bag.
I heard another rap on the window
and glanced over. The man held a badge up for me to read. He was a cop. Of
course anyone could fake a police badge, but that seemed extreme even for my
imagination. I decided to take a chance and open the door.
Before I could even open it all
the way, the guy ducked his head down to talk to me. “Having car trouble?”
I tried to appear more confident
than I really felt. “Yeah, it looks that way.”
“I can take a look at it for you,
but honestly I’m not great with cars. I’m guessing by the Massachusetts plates
that you’re not from around here.”
“No, I’m not.” Cop or not, I
wasn’t going to give him more information than I had to.
“Where are you headed?” He
squatted down, making eye contact. He was good at this—yeah he was really a
cop.
“Umm, Clayton Falls?” I looked
down at the Google directions I’d printed out in case my GPS failed. Molly
hadn’t talked much about her town, so the name still sounded foreign on my
tongue.
“Clayton Falls, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“You wouldn’t happen to be
Molly’s friend, would you?” A faint smile played on his lips. It gave him an
almost boyish look that was at odds with his size.
How’d he know? “Yes…”
“I’m a friend of hers.” He held
out his hand. “Gavin Powell.”
“You’re Gavin? The Gavin?” Molly
had told me about her near fling with the hot cop in her hometown, but I
thought she’d exaggerated his good looks and size.
He smiled. “So you’ve heard about
me? As far as I know, I’m the only Gavin.”
I remembered my situation. Not
the time to flirt. “Is there any way you can help me get through to her? My
phone isn’t working.”
“Yeah, service is iffy out this
way. Why don’t I give you a lift? I’ll take care of getting your car towed.” He
leaned in closer, his body heat making an already warm evening hotter. His
brown hair was messy, and I had a feeling he never really bothered to fix it.
His friendly hazel eyes begged me to trust him, but I couldn’t.
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