Free Dangerous Deputy by Talya Bosco

you.”
    Dennis deposited her on her feet so quickly she lost her balance and fell against the car. “I’m not playing either.”
    He pushed her into his car without a further word and slammed the door. She sat there, fuming, but waited until he got into the car before saying anything else.
    “Dennis, please, come on. Be reasonable.”
    “I tried that. It didn’t work. So now you get unreasonable.” He turned on the radio at a loud enough volume that she knew no matter what she yelled, he wouldn’t hear it.
    She thought she had been angry before, but that was nothing to how she felt right now. Fear wasn’t part of the equation either. She knew he would never hurt her. He was angry, not homicidal. But knowing all that didn’t make her any less irritated. She had thought better of him than this. By the time he’d pulled into his driveway, she was ready for a fight. She’d been having doubts about leaving him Sunday without giving him the chance to explain, but now she didn’t care. She was sick and tired of his caveman antics.
    Fine, carrying her once was understandable; the second time was funny. Tonight was unacceptable. Damn man. Screw this shit . She did not need a relationship of any kind with a man who thought he was above not only the law but the rules of common decency.
    She gave serious thought to trying to kick him when he got her out, but she knew it would be pointless. Not only was the man bigger and quicker than her, he had experience with criminals who weren’t happy to be stuck in a backseat. There wasn’t anything she could do to him that would be a surprise.
    He opened the door and stepped back. She assumed it was to see if she was going to fight him anymore.
    Instead, she sat there, glaring at him. She let him help her out of the car but said nothing. Two could play at that game. He wanted to talk. Well, too bad. She didn’t. When he got tired of her silence, he could just take her home.
    He walked her into the house, setting the alarm on the door before he led her into the living room. She guessed he wanted a warning if she left him this time. Not like she was going to get very far. She was wearing three-inch heels and had no car. And no purse.
    The fucking bastard had left her purse on the damn porch when he’d kidnapped her. He’d better pray to whatever god he prayed to that her shit was still there when she got home, or there’d be real hell to pay.
    She was kind of surprised he didn’t walk her straight upstairs, but she should have known better. Despite everything, he had a little more class than she’d been giving him credit for the last week.
    He sat her down on the couch and unclasped her cuffs. She pulled her hands away from his. The shock that went through her body at his touch was the last thing she needed. She could already remember every second she’d spent in his company. She didn’t need the physical reminder as well.
    “Do you want something to drink?”
    She glared.
    “Fine. Well I, for one, want something. I was waiting on that fucking porch for hours tonight.”
    “Well that’s your own damn fault. If you’d called ahead of time, you’d have known I wasn’t home.”
    He walked back in, a soda in his hand. “No, in fact I wouldn’t have. Your sister has been telling me all week you weren’t home when I knew damn well you were. I figured it wasn’t worth the hassle of calling. So I just went over.”
    He’d been calling all week? Carrie hadn’t mentioned it. Her baby sister, trying to protect her. Although she probably should have left the decision whether or not to talk to him up to Julia.
    “You have heard of things called cell phones, right?”
    “Oh, yeah, and Carrie was going to give me that number, right? And I could just see your reaction if I either asked Jim for it or ran your name through the system. I may be slow sometimes, but I’m not stupid.”
    Point for him. She would have never forgiven him if he had done either of those things.
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