We moved forward again. Only one more car was in front of us.

“There was never anyone else when you were gone,” I said, seeking to reassure her that I would never do that to her. This information explained so much about her past reactions, particularly to Sienna.

“I know that.” She wiped at her eyes with a fresh tissue, leaving new mascara smudges behind.

“The thought of being with someone other than you made me feel sick.” I smoothed my palm down her back, along the ridges of her spine. “It still does.”

The car in front of us pulled through the barricade. I moved forward, annoyed at the interruption to our heavy conversation. My headlights washed over the officer inspecting the cars, and I gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles went white.

“Son of a bitch.”

Just when I thought my night couldn’t get any worse.

23

HAYDEN

I rolled down the window and waited. Cross would push my buttons. It was a skill he excelled at.

“Mr. Stryker. What a pleasant surprise. License and registration, please,” Cross said icily.

I reached across to the glove box and flipped it open. Tenley had moved the contents around in her search for tissues, so it wasn’t where I normally kept it. She leaned forward to help, and the light inside illuminated her face. Her skin was blotchy from crying, her eyes bloodshot and pupils dilated. Her mascara had run down her cheeks, leaving dark streaks. On the side of her neck was a faint red mark from my teeth.

Cross rested his forearm against the doorframe and peered inside as I plucked the registration from the glove box. I flipped the compartment shut, extinguishing the light.

“Miss Page?”

“Hi, Officer Cross.” Tenley lifted her hand in a small wave.

He flicked on his flashlight and surveyed my registration while I dug into my back pocket for my wallet. I was wearing dress pants, so of course it wasn’t there. I had to rummage around in the back-seat, where all the presents were strewn, for my jacket. Cross shone his flashlight over the seat and I snatched up my coat. Retrieving my license, I passed it over. Cross was too busy looking at Tenley to notice.

“How are you this evening?” he asked, inspecting her in a way I didn’t like.

“I’m fine.” She gave him a weak smile.

“Are you sure about that? You don’t look well.”

His flashlight moved over her rumpled dress to her legs. Her nylons had a run and she didn’t have shoes on. Fuck. They were still in the garage.

“My license.” I held it up in front of his face.

He gave it a cursory glance before his cold stare rested on me. “Where are you coming from and where are you headed?”

“We were at my aunt’s for dinner and we’re heading home,” I replied, determined to get this over with as quickly as possible. I didn’t want him to get a good look at Tenley.

“Have you consumed any alcohol this evening?” He continued to shine the flashlight into the car. Tenley cringed away from the brightness when it got too close to her face.

“I had two scotch on the rocks between three and five this afternoon.” There was no point in lying. The alcohol was long out of my system.

The flashlight panned over the hood, stopping at the small dent and the fresh scratches. He leaned over to have a better look and returned his calculating glare to me.

“Were you in an accident?”

“No.”

“You are aware that you have a pretty good dent in your hood and some scratches?”

“Yes.”

“Had to be something heavy considering the car. Would you happen to know where it came from?”

“Yes.”

I didn’t elaborate, although I could see he expected me to.

“Pull over and turn off the car, Mr. Stryker.”

“What for?”

“Because I told you to.”

I sighed but followed his directions. I’d already caused a scene with him once; if I did it again, cuffs could be involved. I’d never had a criminal record and starting now by ignoring a command from an officer or punching out the douche fuck wasn’t something I was keen to do.

I pulled off to the shoulder and cut the engine. Cross circled the car until he reached the hood, shining his light over the damage. Tenley’s jacket had a buckle on the back, and the repetitive hard thrusting had scratched the paint down to the steel. Cross went around to Tenley’s side, leaning in close with the flashlight. He rubbed a finger over one of the scratches and it came away black.

“Miller,” he called out as he crossed back over to the driver’s side. “Can you come here, please?”

The female cop who’d been at the station when we were last there strode over. They had a conversation out of earshot with a lot of gesturing and frowning on both their parts.

“What are they doing?” Tenley asked in a whisper.

“Cross is probably trying to find a way to arrest me for having a dent in my hood.”

“He can’t do that, can he?” She crushed the package of tissues in her hand.

I took them from her and pulled another free, wiping under her eyes in a useless attempt to get rid of the smudges.

“No, kitten. There’s no law against having dents in your car.”

“I just want to go home.”

“I know. Me, too. This shouldn’t take long.”

In my peripheral vision, Cross hiked up his pants and head toward my door while Miller approached the passenger side.

“Step out of the car, Mr. Stryker.”

“I haven’t had a drink in hours.”

“Out of the car. Now.” Cross’s hard tone left no room for argument.

“Hayden?” Tenley gripped my forearm. “What’s going on?”

I squeezed her hand as I leaned in and dropped a kiss on her trembling lips. “It’s okay, kitten. This’ll just take a minute. They probably want to check my blood alcohol level.”

I doubted that was Cross’s motivation.

“I’m not asking again, Stryker,” Cross snapped.

I unbuckled my seat belt and climbed out into the cold night air. The temperature had dropped again and white flakes had begun to fall.

Tenley started to open her door, but Cross stopped her. “Stay in the car, Miss Page.” He turned to me. “Put your hands on the car and spread your legs.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Officer Miller stared at me from across the roof of the car, her expression grim.

“You question one more direct order and I’m going to charge you.”

“This is bullshit,” I said, but I did as I was told. I was already drawing too much attention; a few of the other officers checking cars had stopped to observe the interaction with Cross.

Officer Milled rapped on Tenley’s window and she rolled it down. Miller looked concerned as she leaned in, her hand on the doorframe. I could only hear Tenley’s nervous tone, not her actual replies to the questions asked.

I imagined how it looked from Officer Miller’s perspective. Aside from the tiny diamond stud in her nose, Tenley projected a girl-next-door vibe. With her outfit tonight, that was magnified. Someone like her hanging out with someone like me would be an immediate red flag for a lot of people.

Cross frisked me, searching for weapons or contraband I didn’t have.

“Come with me, please.”

“What about Tenley?”

“Officer Miller will stay with her.”

I didn’t ask any more questions because I wasn’t going to get answers. Cross went through the standard tests to check for drunkenness, making me repeat them twice because he wanted to piss me off.

Cross led me to a cruiser and opened the rear door. “Get in.”

“What for?”

“I want you to take a Breathalyzer test.”

“Why do I need to get in a cruiser for that?”

“You’re trying my patience, boy. Get. In. I won’t ask again.”

I dropped into the seat and folded my legs in the cramped space. Cross closed the door and claustrophobia set in immediately. Panic hit me like a sledgehammer, taking me back seven years to the night my parents were murdered. It was the only other time I ended up in the back of a police car. The interrogation followed.