hideous taste in clothing to try and steal my man, then you are so disillusioned. You’re not even his type.” She smirked at Allie.
“Obviously not, if his type is you,” Allie muttered softly. Unfortunately, it wasn’t soft enough based off the fact that Hank started snickering, and Miss Miller’s eyes grew wide with fury.
Her gaze narrowed to mere slits as she glared back at Allie and warned, “Stay away from my fiance.”
“I’ll take care of the scratch and call you when it’s done.” Hank stepped back between the two woman cutting her off, “Do you need a ride home?”
“No, I already called my brother. He should be here any second.”
Just as she spoke the words, a police car turned into the parking lot and pulled up next to the convertible. A deputy stepped out of the car and walked over to where they stood.
“Dillon,” Hank greeted him with a head nod.
The baby-faced deputy who barely looked old enough to attend college looked at Hank with annoyance, “Hank, I’ve told you to call me Deputy Miller when I’m wearing the uniform.”
“Whatever you say, Dillon.” Hank retorted. Allie could swear she saw him roll his eyes as well.
The deputy sighed and turned to the still furious woman, “Ready to go, sis?”
“First, you deal with this—this slut who’s trying to steal my Jason.” She pointed a very long, well-manicured finger in Allie’s direction.
Deputy Miller glanced behind Hank to see who his sister was pointing at. “What do you want me to do about it?”
“Take her down to the station...fine her...I don’t care.”
“For what?”
“I don’t care—something!” His sister threw her hands up in the air in exasperation. “You’re a deputy...start deputy-ing.”
The deputy thought for a moment before turning to Allie, “Are you loitering?”
Before she could even answer, Allie heard Hank heave a huge sigh, “She’s a paying customer, boy.”
“Well...” He faltered casting a sideways glance toward his sister for clarification.
The angry woman mouthed something to him from the side, but based off of his befuddled look, he wasn’t able to make it out. He raised his confused eyebrows in his sister’s direction. “ Vagrant .” This time, even Allie could hear the whispered hiss from several feet away.
“Are you a vagrant?” Deputy Miller snapped his face back in Allie’s direction as he asked the question.
“Excuse me?” Allie asked with a look of surprise. What in the world was wrong with this boy. Was he just going to go through his list of offenses until he could find one that might apply?
“Oh for the love of all that’s holy,” Hank’s exasperated huff broke in, “shut your trap boy, and leave my paying customers alone. Now I have business to discuss with this little lady, so if you two don’t have anything more important to say, I’ll ask you to go about your way.”
The deputy tilted his head in askance in his sister’s direction as if he were waiting for permission to leave. With her arms crossed across her big, busty chest, Miss Miller didn’t look like she wanted to leave anytime soon.
Finally, an unladylike grunt escaped her lips, and she threw up her hands in frustration. “Get in your car, Dillon.” She demanded as she tromped over to the passenger side of his squad car and climbed in.
Deputy Miller turned back to Allie one last time, “I’ll be keeping an eye on you then. You be sure not to make any trouble in my—“
The blaring horn from the squad car cut him off while scaring him enough to make him jump two feet in the air. “What the—“ Their heads all snapped around to see his sister waving her hand at Dillon in exasperation, and giving him an annoyed look that said he should have been in the car ten minutes ago. “Um, so—bye then ma’am.” He nodded at her, then at Hank, “Bye, Hank.”
The deputy sulked around the side of the car to scramble into the driver’s seat. Then he hit the reverse and squealed
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