turned stormy gray eyes in her direction and the busted zipper on the hideous coat shot to the top of Mount WhyMe. She hadn’t realized the parka wouldn’t close until her mission was well underway. If she’d known, she would have put on a bra at the very least. If she’d really felt like dressing for the holiday, she might have swapped the Hello Kitty T-shirt she’d slept in the previous night for the clean, fresh Betty Boop one perched atop the stack of laundry piled on her dresser.
Jessica drew a steadying breath and tuned back into the conversation as the guy called Max launched into a tirade about police response times, the character of the area patrol officers, and their lack of sympathy for his plight. The two men finished the debate when Shoplifting Sally oh-so-casually alluded to the fact that it was indeed New Year’s Eve and the chances of scaring up a patrol free enough to haul a gum charge into the station were somewhere between slim and none. Sadly for her, the argument seemed to sway her date to the opposing team’s side. Jessica had started to inch away from the discussion when Detective Delish threw his hands up in surrender.
“Fine. Make sure you tell Elena you’ll be a few hours and call your son in for backup.” The good detective’s lips thinned into a firm line as he peered at the dark-haired woman manning the cash register. “She shouldn’t be alone here tonight.” He fixed the store’s owner with a hard stare. “This is going to take some time, and I can promise you, your complaint will be bumped to the back of the line. You will not be a priority tonight. I can almost guarantee it. You understand me?” The shorter man nodded eagerly.
Shocked by the abrupt turn of events, Jessica turned to the detective. “Before you go, can I borrow your cell? I left mine at home. I thought I was only running out for a minute.” It never occurred to her that picking up the essentials for a New Year’s Eve party for one would prove to be such a pain in the ass. “I’ll just call a cab to get me home. I can pick my car up tomorrow.”
“No, no, no! You cannot park here overnight.” Max straightened to his full height and fixed her with an imperious glare. “Abandoned vehicles will be towed at the owner’s expense.”
Jessica gaped at him.
“Oh, for God’s sake, Max.” Apparently Detective Dreamy had reached the end of his patience. “It’s freezing, sleeting, and soon this place will be crawling with drunks looking for a burrito. Do you think you could cut at least one person some slack tonight?”
“Policy is policy. If I break the policy for one person, I must break it for all.” Max splayed his hands in a gesture of helplessness. “So, you see, I cannot break the policy.”
Throwing his hands in the air, her knight in the shiny black sports car gave up. He turned to his pilfering pal and pointed the blonde at the passenger door. “You ride in back.”
His date gasped, tottering toward the car in too-tall heels. “Ride in back? Why do I have to ride in the back?”
“Because for some insane reason you thought it would be a kick to start the evening out by stealing a pack of gum!”
The reverberation from his explosion hung heavy in the air. Jessica stared at the man, utterly enthralled by the rise and fall of his broad chest and the wild light in those cloud-colored eyes. He shifted his full attention to her, and the silver glints softened to a gray glow alight with sympathy.
“I’m so sorry.” His voice came in a low, husky rasp, underscoring the tip-tip-tip of Blondie’s shoes as she picked her way across the slick pavement. “I hate to leave you stranded here.”
Sincerity furrowed his brow, making him even more attractive than he’d been three minutes earlier. Jessica heard the car door open, and a surge of jealousy poked pinholes in the cold, hard lump of pride lodged in her belly. The unexpected certainty that she was about to miss out on something soured her tongue. She lowered her hand, hugging the puffy pink nylon across her stomach. He might be sorry about it, but the facts remained the same—he was leaving and she was stuck.
The door swung shut after Blondie pulled her feet in, but the latch didn’t catch. He gave a frustrated growl and strode toward the passenger door, heedless of the ice underfoot and the needles of rain falling down on them. His fingers curled around the handle. His eyes lit as he looked up. “Come with me.”
“What?”
He nodded, obviously pleased with the scheme playing out in his head. “The station is warm and dry. The coffee’s free too, if you’re not too fond of your stomach lining.”
Fixated on his lips, she almost missed the words coming out of them. “Station?”
The man had the good grace to grimace as he broke the bad news to her. “I’ll need you to make a statement about her confession.”
Jessica shuddered. This was just supposed to be a quick run to the mini-mart. She didn’t want to get involved in whatever was going on with Officer Hottie and his dream date. She just wanted her damn car to start. The policies and procedures followed on every cop show she’d ever watched raced through her mind. She started grasping at straws. “I didn’t see her take it. Wouldn’t that be hearsay or something?”
Her breath caught when he bent toward her, lowering his voice for her ears only. “I can’t leave you here. This neighborhood isn’t the greatest, and it’s New Year’s Eve. God only knows when you’ll be able to get a cab.”
Her mind flashed to the provisions stashed in her car. She had everything—premixed margaritas and nacho cheese flavored chips. The makings for a fiesta were parked in her passenger seat. She could camp out there until the next Good Samaritan came along. The last thing she wanted to do was watch Klepto Kardashian wriggle her way back into Detective Do-Me’s good graces. Women like that got away with murder, while women like her nearly killed themselves just trying to stay afloat.
But not anymore.
There would be no more treading water or settling for good enough. Jessica had every intention of taking the new year by storm. After one last round of lime-flavored pity. “Listen, I don’t want to get involved….” The words were going to be her new mantra. She needed to start believing them now.
“Just come with us, make a quick statement while you warm up, drink some awful coffee, and I’ll bring you back here to get your car moving just as soon as I can hand her over for processing.”
For some unknown reason his cavalier attitude irked her. “Some boyfriend you are.”
“I’m not her boyfriend,” he snapped. He tipped his face up to the heavens and the light caught the drops of moisture beading on his face and hair. Exhaling, he lowered his gaze to meet hers directly. “Ma’am, I am asking you to accompany me to the Third Precinct to make a brief statement concerning the confession Miss Brackle made a short time ago.”
She let the ma’am bit slide and went straight to the meat of the matter. “Listen, Detective…”
“Sheppard,” he supplied with a nod. “Lang Sheppard.”
“Listen, Detective Sheppard—”
He let out an exasperated huff. “Just get in the car. It’s cold and wet and my friggin’ eyelashes are starting to fuse together.” And what lashes they were, thick and dark, a velvet fringe framing those spectacular silver-gray eyes. “Please,” he added as an afterthought. “Don’t make me have to worry about you out here by yourself.”
She forced
