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uncertainly. “Alec, can we please turn around?” I hear her ask again.
    “Why the fuck are you all the way out there?” I yell. There’s absolutely nothing, and nobody, out there. Who the hell takes someone on a date out there? I pull off her street and speed toward the highway. Fuck the station, I’ll get there soon enough.
    “We were going on a picnic,” she says quietly.
    “Lana, you don’t even know this guy. It’s almost nine o’clock at night!” I yell, frustrated. “Did he turn around yet?”
    “No,” she says uncomfortably.
    “Stay on the phone with me, Lana. I’m about five minutes out. Tell him to turn around.”
    “Okay,” she says, moving the phone away from her mouth. “Alec, a friend of mine has died. I really need to get back home, so can we please turn around?” I hear her ask. My heart is fucking thumping in my chest, and I almost regret bringing my gun with me. I want to kill this fucker, and he’s probably just pissed off he’s not getting laid tonight like he thought he would be. I listen carefully to see if he answers. I can’t hear what he says, but he seems pissed off. I put the pedal to the floor, and thank God for light traffic. That, and being a cop sometimes has its perks. I put on my lights and speed toward her.
    “Lana, what’s he saying?”
    “He’s turning around,” she says quietly, and I breathe a small sigh of relief. It never fails; Lana seems to attract every asshole on Earth. They think with their dicks and not their heads. Sometimes, I can’t blame them. She’s the most beautiful person, inside and out. But nobody is good enough for Lana, especially not me. I pull off the highway and, not long after, onto Jackson Mountain Road.
    “Are those your headlights I see?”
    “Yes.”
    “Tell him to pull over,” I order.
    “Can you pull over?” Lana asks. I watch as his car slows down and pulls over to the shoulder of the dirt road we’re travelling on. I hang up the phone and jump out of my truck. The passenger side door of the silver car opens, and Lana slips out, tears in her eyes.
    “Are you okay?” I ask.
    “I’m fine Hoss, just really sad. I’ve known Jenny for years. She has like ten nieces and nephews who are always out playing in her yard.” I just want to pull her into my arms, and protect her, never letting her go. Instead, I nod, and help her into the truck. I walk back over to the shitty sports car, attempting to cool my temper.
    “What the fuck was that all about?” I clip. The smug bastard shrugs his shoulders.
    “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I was just taking my girl out for a drive, Officer,” he says, spitting the last word out like it’s venomous.
    “Stay the fuck away from her. She will never be your girl,” I spit out quietly so Lana can’t hear me.
    “Sorry Officer, I think she enjoys screaming my name,” he says smugly, and my mind races back to the scene in Lana’s room. Him. It takes everything I have in me not to pull out my gun and shoot the asshole. Instead I slam the door shut on his girly car and jump back in my truck. I throw my belt on and peel out ahead of him. He can kiss my ass the whole way home.
    I look over at a very solemn looking Lana. “How are you doing, Sunshine?” I ask, wiping a tear from her cheek.
    “I’m okay. You didn’t have to come get me, though; he would have taken me back.” Yeah, sure as fuck seemed like it.
    “I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
    “Thanks Weston, that means a lot.”
    There it is again; I’m a fucking bastard, considering the situation, but the second she says my name, my dick responds. I shift uncomfortably in my seat.
    We pull back onto the highway, and I notice fuck head isn’t behind me. Guess he’s gone back to blow out his shitty candles. That’s not romance, that’s fucking desperation.
    “I need to head back to the station to interview her sister. The street’s a little crazy right now. I can either take you to your parents’,