RUBY
I don’t know why, but a sharp wave of disappointment washed over me when he finally announced our arrival at the police station. Some foolish, traitorous part of me had hoped he’d just keep driving, maybe to his place, or just anywhere that meant I wouldn’t have to stop being near him.
“We’re here,” he said cheerfully, cutting through my fog of daydreams.
I blinked at the window. I’d been staring out of it for the entire drive, but not a single landmark had registered. My thoughts had been hopelessly tangled around him, the warmth of his voice, the way his hand gripped the steering wheel, and, unfortunately, several scandalous mental images that I’d rather not admit to under oath. I knew that getting in the car with him was a bad idea, but I did it anyway.
“Huh?” I blurted, whippi
