Elena gripped the steering wheel of her black sedan, her short black dress riding up her thighs from the long shift at the bar downtown. At twenty-four, she was used to late nights, but tonight her mind wandered, until flashing red and blue lights filled her rearview mirror.
“s**t,” she muttered, heart jumping. She hadn’t been speeding. She signaled and pulled up, the cruiser parking behind her.
A tall, broad-shouldered figure approached. Officer Marcus Kane, his uniform stretched over a powerful chest and biceps that spoke of disciplined strength. Sharp jawline, piercing gray eyes, and a badge that glinted under the lights.
“License and registration, ma’am,” he said, voice deep and commanding. Even in the simple request, there was an edge that made her pulse quicken.
Elena handed them
