proximity, her mind would be zooming; trying to come up with a flirty line. But all she could do was emit tiny whimpers.
âObviously, youâre not okay. Can you identify the assailant, maâam?â
âIâm fine,â she protested again, her pitch rising. She lowered her tone. âThere wasnât any assailant. Honestly.â She wiped her tears with the back of her hand. âReally. Nobody assaulted me. Iâm not hurt. Iâ¦I just have something on my mind.â
The police officer stared at Jenâs face, squinting as if trying to get a clearer view of her soul. She squirmed under his intense and penetrating gaze. It seemed as if he was trying to get to the truth of the matter by staring into her eyes. Feeling exposed and self-conscious, Jen dropped her gaze.
âGot your cell on you?â he asked.
âHuh?â
âYour cell phone.â
âOh!â She patted the low-hanging pocket of her hoodie. âYeah. Why?â
âI want you to take my number in your phoneâ¦in case youdecide you want to talk. Unofficially, of course.â He pulled out his cell.
She held up her mud-stained palms and shrugged.
âDonât want you to get your phone all muddy, so Iâll call you. Make sure you lock my number in.â
Lock his number in? Was hot cop hitting on her while she was mud-covered, disheveled, stammering and stuttering, and obviously teetering on the brink of insanity?
What did he find appealing?
Absolutely nothing!
she answered herself. She could tell by his kind expression that he thought sheâd been victimized and was disoriented and rambling. He was using some of his police training to smooth talk her into blowing the whistle on the perpetrator.
If she told Hot Cop what she was really running from, heâd probably drop her off at the closest loony bin. âUm, I donât think itâs a goodââ
He stared at Jen. âYouâre running, youâre crying, and you look like youâve been dragged through mud. Itâs my job to pursue and apprehend suspects. If you give me a descriptionâ¦or tell me what he was wearingâ¦â
Jen shook her head. âThereâs nothing to tell.â
âYou donât have to be afraid, maâam. Just tell me what happened?â His voice was satin. But Jen was no fool. Well, not that big of a fool to fall for his smooth talking.
âNothing happened. I stumbled on something and fell.â
Squinting, he nodded. âI patrol this area every day. Never saw you before. Are you new around here?â
âSort of.â
He looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to provide more details. She merely nodded. He ran his eyes over her hoodie. âYou go to Temple?â he asked.
âUh. Used to.â
âOh, so you sort of live around here and you used to go to Temple?â
Jen sighed. Oh, Lord, why was this man trying to get all up in her business like this? Catherine would have a freakinâ fit if she thought Jen was discussing any aspect of her private affairs with an outsiderâa law enforcement agent, in particular.
âYeah, Iâm sort of new in this neighborhood. I work for a family here in Chestnut Hill.â She skipped over the part about Temple. It was a personal sore spot.
âDoing what?â he asked with a charming smile.
Charming smile or not, his question made her squirm. âYou sure are nosey. I meanâ¦Iâm starting to feel like this is an interrogation or something?â
âNo, Iâm not interrogating you. Is that how Iâm coming across?â His lips spread into a lazy, non-threatening smile.
âThatâs how it seems. And I shouldnât have to respond to anything because I didnât call for help. You came from out of nowhere and stopped me.â
Unperturbed, he laughed. âItâs my job to provide aid to a citizen who seems to be in distress. But now that I know
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