Pushing the Limit

Peppermint

Idon’t know if Dash is actually taking me to check out the officer or if it was some sort of ploy to get me alone. Is it awful part of me wishes it was the latter? He pulls to a stop across from a hotel. Lord, this man is presumptuous.

“Do you really think I’m just going to sleep with you again?”

He chuckles. “You will, but that’s not why we’re here.” He points to a red Ford. “That’s the officer’s personal vehicle. He comes here every Saturday at two o’clock. Goes to room 208. Stays about half an hour and leaves.”

“Does he bring anything with him? Food? Clothes?”

“Not sure.”

“My son said he’s divorced with a kid. They live over in Huntsville.”

He glances over his shoulder at me. “You pulled your son into this?”

“I asked him to look into the officer who showed up on my doorstep. Don’t look at me like that makes me an awful mother.”

“That wasn’t what I was thinking at all. I think it’s kind of cool you have that kind of relationship with your kid. He might be able to find something Seth doesn’t.”

When he says that, the door to room 208 opens, and Officer Whitfield walks out. He’s not in uniform, but it’s definitely him. He goes to his truck and leaves.

“Could be a weekly hook up,” I suggest.

“No one ever comes out of the room. Seth hacked into their security cameras. No cameras inside the room, but he’s the only person going in and out.”

“That’s strange.”

He agrees as he pulls off. A little while later, he parks at Yo Mama’s, a restaurant we all love. I figured this would be more than club business. I climb off the bike first, and he follows, taking my hand and leading us inside.

“I’m only joining you because I’m hungry,” I say.

“Sure.”

We take a seat at a booth and peruse the menu a minute before placing our orders. He leans back in the booth, resting one arm over the back.

“What happened?”

He shrugs. “Got hungry. Decided we should eat.”

“That is not what I’m talking about, and you know it.”

“Why Owen?” he asks, not answering me.

I sigh. “We have history. Used to date.”

“Bullshit.”

“Truth. Now, tell me what happened. Why you stopped calling me. Why you were with another woman this morning.”

“First off, nothing happened between her and me. Not that you seemed to care if it had. As for us, we had fun, and that started getting serious. I don’t want anything serious.”

“I wasn’t getting serious,” I deny.

At least I told myself I wasn’t. That I didn’t want to. Sex. That’s all we had between us.

“I didn’t say you.”

No, he didn’t. He was getting serious about me? I thought I was going crazy, making it more than what it was supposed to be. Wanting more than he was offering. Falling for him.

“So, that’s it?” I ask, somewhat afraid of his response.

“Yep.”

So casual. So nonchalant. So fucking insensitive.

It’s for the best. I repeat that in my head. I need to be with a man my own age. A man who doesn’t want to play games. Because in all honesty, I am too old for that crap.