“If you keep washing me down there, we’re never leaving this shower.”
She wiggled her eyebrows. “Maybe we should go back to the bedroom.”
“Great idea.”
They quickly rinsed off and stepped out of the shower. After they’d dried off, neither of them bothered putting any clothes on. They simply strode across the hall, climbed into bed, and wrapped their arms around each other. Even though he wanted her again, he wanted to check on her emotional status first. She spoke before he got a chance.
“What happened tonight? I mean, if you don’t mind telling me.”
Typically, he didn’t share many details about what happened on the job unless it was with his fellow officers. But lying there in Gillian’s arms, he wanted to tell her everything.
“I noticed a motorist weaving on Holly Road. The roads were wet, and it was difficult to see, so at first, I gave them the benefit of the doubt. But after a few more minutes, I knew—”
“The driver was drunk.”
“Yes.”
She rubbed his arm. “Then what happened?”
“I put on my flashers to pull her over.”
“Her?”
“I didn’t know that at first, but yes, it was a woman.”
“Sorry to interrupt. Go on.”
“Instead of pulling over, she sped up. That happens sometimes. The driver gets scared, and instead of stopping, they go faster, thinking they might be able to escape.” His anger spiked at the memory.
She continued stroking his arm and waited for him to continue.
“The entrance ramp to the expressway was just up ahead, and I prayed she wouldn’t turn onto it, but she did. She jerked the wheel so hard I’m surprised she didn’t end up in the ditch.”
He took a deep breath before continuing. “Since my siren and flashers were on, I hoped the other motorists would have enough time to move out of the way. Most of them did except for one car.”
She reached up and caressed his cheek with the back of her hand.
“It was an older couple driving home from a visit with their grandchildren. The drunk driver plowed into the rear end of their car before they even saw her coming.”
“Oh no. Were they hurt?”
“They were both injured and taken to the hospital; however, their injuries didn’t appear to be life-threatening.”
“And the drunk driver?”
“Barely a scratch on her.” His jaw ticked furiously as he thought about how differently it could have turned out and how his cousin hadn’t been lucky enough to walk away.
“How awful.”
“It’s just so frustrating. She could have killed them.”
“You did everything you could.”
“It turns out this wasn’t her first offense. She was pulled over a few months ago for driving impaired, but she didn’t cause an accident that time.”
“Will her driver’s license be suspended?”
He shrugged. “I hope so, but that’ll be up to a jury.”