“’Bout time you showed up, cuz.” Logan fired the first salvo and popped the lid off a jar of homemade pickles, sticking one in his mouth like a cigar.
So soon after Dalt’s accusations, his teasing jab stung, and she replied hotly, “I have a job. Responsibilities. Do you need a dictionary since the concepts might be unfamiliar?”
Far from taking offense, he half-sat on the counter and crunched into his snack. “I see you’re still as tart as unsweetened lemonade. No wonder you’re still single.”
Their familiar banter helped de-frazzle her nerves, and Darcy notched herself into his side to hug him around the waist before pulling back. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner. My replacement needed training. Did Ada give you hell?”
A year older than Darcy, Logan had been a hard-partying high school football star, constantly in trouble but everyone’s best friend. She had been the hard-studying teacher’s pet, shy and awkward. On the surface, they had little in common but shared a bond that went beyond even being cousins.
They’d both been abandoned with Ada, Darcy by her mother and Logan by his father. They had been playmates and confidants, and while their lives had gone in different directions, they understood each other in a way no one else could.
“Ideally, she would have stayed in the hospital another day or two, but she insisted on leaving,” he said with a shade of Darcy’s earlier impatience with Ada’s stubbornness.
She dropped her voice to a whisper. “How is she really? What did the doctors say?
Everything on his face drooped, giving his usually carefree countenance a solemn cast. “She’s spunky and has a good chance to regain most of her mobility, but the risk for complications is high, especially with fractures in both hips and considering her age.”
She turned away, nodding, and opened the almost bare pantry. Things were changing too fast. “What have you been doing with yourself?” she asked, partly to change the subject and partly to ferret out his ability to help.
“Looked up the word ‘job’ in the dictionary, discovered it involved money, and decided if one was good, two was better.”
“Really, where are you working?”
“Helping Dalt with the football team most afternoons. School cleaned house in May. Only coach they kept was Hal Perkins. He was mad as a wild hog that he didn’t get the top spot. Being an assistant pays next to nothing, but it keeps me in shape. I’m paying the bills by managing The Tavern for old Milt.”
“Is that… wise?” Darcy asked. After leaving the army, Logan’s reacclimation to civilian life had involved copious alcohol.
“I’m fine,” he said without rancor.
He looked better than fine. His brown hair was neatly trimmed, his dark eyes clear, and his body honed. Tilting the pickle jar toward her, his bicep looked ready to massacre the straining seam of his T-shirt. His gaze flicked to her bare feet. “Someone’s been to the swimming hole, I see. Better watch yourself. A passel of cottonmouths have nested in the bank.”
Perfect, absolutely perfect. Maybe the coach had actually saved her a trip to the hospital. Taking a pickle, she leaned on the counter next to him. She looked from the peeling, fruit-bowled wallpaper to Logan and back again.
“I ran across your buddy Dalt at the river.” No need to mention her state of undress or rudeness. “He was kind of a jerk. Seems to think I’m going to up and abandon Ada at the earliest opportunity, and he didn’t bother to sugarcoat his opinion.”
“Don’t get your feelings hurt. Dalt’s not a suave charmer with the ladies. He’s more of a man’s man. If you know what I mean.”
Lord have mercy, she knew. The testosterone had nearly bowled her over. The new coach made her ex-boyfriends look like weak-kneed, acne-covered, mama’s boys. She couldn’t imagine her reaction to his blatant physicality was unique. “I can’t believe one of the women around town hasn’t snapped him up.”
“He doesn’t seem interested.”
Something like relief stirred her insides as Logan continued. “I keep expecting to find one of the ladies in town naked and spread-eagle on the practice field. He would probably step over her and start drills. The more he ignores them, the hotter for him they get. It’s been mighty entertaining.”
Of course, women threw themselves at the man. If the situation at the river hadn’t been so unnerving and confrontational, she might have considered it herself. “Is he being nice to Ada to wheedle her out of the old Wilson place?”
Logan’s gaze slashed in her direction. “The big city has turned you awfully suspicious. Can’t someone just be nice?”
“He didn’t strike me as a nice sort. He’s more of a scary I-won’t-take-no sort.”
Logan hummed, understanding imbued in the noise. “He’s not manipulating Ada. I’ve trusted him with my life and would again.”
So, they’d served together. She wasn’t surprised. The man had a definite military bearing—stoic and intimidating and maybe a little wounded. Had Dalt seen the same horrors as Logan? She propped her hip against the counter, but Logan’s eyes stayed fixed on the wallpaper. He never talked about his tours, and she’d learned to let it go.
“How long is Ms. Evelyn going to stay?” She cocked her head toward the den.
“All night.”
Her dread transmitted, and humor sparked on Logan’s face. “Be grateful. It’s the last night we have coverage. After that, you’ll be the night nurse.”
She slumped against the counter. Anxiety pounded her heart and made her break into a sweat in spite of the air-conditioning. He circled her shoulders with an arm and gave her a quick squeeze.
“Why don’t you come out to The Tavern tonight to celebrate your last night of relative freedom? Wear something… I don’t know”—his finger zigzagged over her T-shirt and cutoffs—“not that. More girly.” He winked. “If you can manage it.”
The screen door rattled his good-bye before she could fling an answering insult.
About the Author
I’m so excited to share CHRISTMAS IN THE COP CAR with you! This novella bridges between my SWEET HOME ALABAMA series and my COTTONBLOOM series. I never intended to make my one-time villain Jeremy Whitehurst a hero! He surprised even me. I’m so excited to rerelease this novella with the title I always wanted. It was inspired by Sam Hunt’s song, Cop Car.
I was born and raised in a small town in Northwest Tennessee. Although, I loved English and reading in high school, I was convinced an English degree equated to starvation! So, I chose the next most logical major - Chemical Engineering- and worked in a hard hat and steel toed boots for several years. Now I live in South Carolina with my husband and two children. In between school and homework and soccer practices, I love to get lost in another world, whether it's Regency England or small town Alabama.
SLOW AND STEADY RUSH and CAUGHT UP IN THE TOUCH both received TOP PICKS from RT Book Reviews and a STARRED review from Library Journal. KISS ME THAT WAY, Cottonbloom Book 1, won the Stiletto Contest for Best Long Contemporary and finaled in the National Readers Choice Award. THEN HE KISSED ME, Cottonbloom Book 2, was named an Amazon Best Romance of 2016 and was a finalist for the National Excellence for Romance Fiction. TILL I KISSED YOU, Cottonbloom Book 3, is a finalist in the Maggie contest. LEAVE THE NIGHT ON, the latest Cottonbloom book, was named an iBooks Best Book of the Month and a Recommended Read from NPR. AN INDECENT INVITATION and A BRAZEN BARGAIN were both finalist for the 2014 Golden Heart® Award.
NOTE: This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
CHRISTMAS IN THE COP CAR
Copyright © 2020 by Laura Trentham
Cover by Talina Perkins
eISBN: 978-1-946306-21-0
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