A WEEK LATER
“What the?” Lydia leaned up in the seat of her wine-red Nissan Maxima, the lights from the cop car behind her blared through the darkness. “s**t. What did I do?” She pulled off the road before making it to the underpass. “This is the last thing I need.” She left the car running and dug in the glove compartment for her insurance.
An officer with olive skin and rugged features got out the cop car and approached her. “Ma’am.” A smile livened his gorgeous face. “How are you doing tonight?”
“Is there a problem, officer?”
He glanced inside the backseat, shining the light on her luggage. “Going someplace or coming from somewhere?”
“I happen to be returning from a trip. What difference does that make? Why did you stop me?”
“Take your hand off the wheel.” His square jaws clenched
