"Can I ask what you two were doing in there?" The Hunksicle spoke, his eyebrows cocking as he stared down at my stilled form sprawled across his foot. My eyes widened at his implying tone, before they narrowed sharply. Realizing I was still on the ground, I was quick to scramble up, flushing at the smirk painted across his lips.

"Hot cop..." Brooke mumbled, in a daze, her eyes only for the man standing in front of her. "Can I take a photo with you?" She spit out, gripping onto his arm excitedly.

"Brooke!" I shouted, appalled and annoyed as the man's smug expression only grew.

The cop's eyes flickered to the hand of the blonde gripping his arm before nodding. "Of course." He permitted smoothly, his ego practically growing before my eyes

"Excuse me!" I hissed, poking his arm and forcing myself to not get distracted by just how toned it was. "Didn't you just think our behavior was suspicious?" I threw my hands in the air, shooting him a dark look, before jabbing my thumb towards a grinning-Brooke. "And now you're taking pictures with her?"

The man only nodded, cocking his eyebrows in my direction. "And I'll take one with you, of course." He winked, his lips pressing together as they twisted into a conceited grin. "I'm always willing to take a photo. I can't help it if my looks are dashing - I'm not going to ignore my fans." He nudged my best friend, who let out a high pitched giggle.

"Fans?" I blinked, my tone displaying my disgust. "I don't want a photo with you, Stupid! And I'm certainly not a fan." My hands twisted into two tight fists.

The cop crossed his arms, his head tilting slightly as he studied my figure. "Are you threatening a police officer?" He questioned, sounding too amused for my liking.

My glare increased, if that was even possible. "You-"

"So, that picture!" Brooke interrupted loudly, her intent to clearly diffuse the tension that was steadily increasing. She approached me carefully, pressing her phone into the palms of my hands. "You can take it!"

"I don't want to." I gritted out defiantly, before crossing my arms. Brooke shot me an annoyed look.

"Savannah..."

"Aw." The cop cooed, straightening and tilting his head in my direction. "Are you jealous, Doll? Don't worry, I have time to take one with you too."

My eye twitched. Deciding it was best to ignore his aggravating comment, I switched my gaze to narrow my eyes into Brooke's. "We waited in the sun for an eternity, so you can take a picture with this asshole?"

Brooke scratched her head sheepishly, biting her lip awkwardly.

"You can't blame her." The cop spoke suddenly, slinging an arm around Brooke's shoulders. "You want to see me flex? Even I think it's impressive."

"Can I hit you?" I muttered under my breath, slapping a hand to my forehead. "With a hammer possibly?"

"Is that another threat?"

"No!"

His expression only seemed to grow more entertained. "Really? Because it sounds like you want to harm me."

"Can't deny that..." I huffed under my breath.

The corners of his lips twisted upwards and he turned his head to wink at Brooke. "I'll ignore your little comment, only because of the blonde right here." The cop jerked his head towards Brooke.

To my astonishment, a red hue stained Brooke's cheeks.

"I'm so thankful." Sarcasm saturated my statement and I let out a huff, rolling my eyes.

The man dropped his arm from Brooke's shoulders, stepping a foot closer my stiff figure. "I know - I think you don't want to take the picture because you don't want to leave my side after you do." His tone radiated with cockiness. As my lips pulled back into a grimace, the infuriating man nodded. "Yes, I think that's it."

"Brooke!" I exasperatedly growled at her, strongly resisting the urge to chuck her phone at the cop's face. "Do you really need a picture with this dick-wad?"

"Savannah Anne Stone!" Brooke yelped, her gaze frantically twisting to face the cop's. "She didn't mean that!" She insisted, her hand moving to grip his bicep.. "She just has a mouth like a sailor."

"No shit." I muttered and the corners of his mouth twisted up.

Running a hand over my hair, I exhaled. "I'll take the photo and then we leave. Deal?." I arched an eyebrow at Brooke, who eagerly nodded.

She was quickly distracted when the cop reached out to offer his hand. "I'm Jace."

"Brooke." She responded, connecting her hand to his own.

"And I'm bored." I interrupted loudly, glowering at the two. "Can we get this over with?"

Brooke's lips pressed together as if hiding her amusement as she fixed her hair, before once more moving to stand by Jace's side. "We're ready, Savannah."

Exhaling loudly, I snapped a picture of the duo. "Let's go."

"It was nice meeting you!" Brooke spoke, ignoring my words as she turned to face Jace. "How old are you?" The eagerness in her tone was clear.

The groan that escaped from my lips caused the two of them to glance briefly at me.

"I'm twenty-four." He replied, his eyes flickering between the two of us.

"Oh!" She blushed slightly, wringing her hands together. "I'm twenty. She's nineteen - twenty in a little over a month. And I'm so sorry for how immature she's acting." She apologized, winking at me when she caught my eye.

I let out an unattractive snort, resisting the urge to smile in her direction. "Says the twenty-year old who's transformed into a fan-girl over a hot cop? You're right - I'm the immature one."

Brooke blushed and she fidgeted. "Er-"

"You think I'm hot?" Jace wiggled his eyebrows at my stiff figure. "I knew you did."

"That isn't what I-"

"It's cool." He loudly spoke over my stuttered words, that smug smirk reappearing on his lips. "It happens a lot."

"Well, aren't you modest?" I hissed at him sourly, moving to hand Brooke her phone back.

Jace just shrugged. "More like honest."

"Anyway," I began, hoping that we could leave. "I took the photo and the deal was-"

"Can I offer you a ride anywhere?" Jace asked us politely, interrupting me. I scowled in his direction.

Brooke's expression brightened immediately. "Yes! We walked here and with this heat, a ride would be perfect."

"Uh, Brooke? The deal was-"

At her pleading expression, my eyes narrowed at the blonde. "Fine."

"Great. My car is over here." Jace jerked his chin towards another street and Brooke nodded eagerly, immediately following after his form.

"I've never been in a police car before, but I've always wanted too! How long have you-"

Groaning, I dragged my feet as I followed after my love-sick friend and the overly confident cop. Being stuck in a car with them was something that I wouldn't wish upon even my worst enemy. Deciding it was best to ignore the words they were exchanging, I begrudgingly quickened my pace when I realized I was falling behind.

Yes. I was not looking forward to this at all.

Quickly gaining speed, I tugged Brooke back a little to whisper in her ear. "Is this really a good idea?" I hissed out lowly. "For all we know, he could be trying to kidnap us."

"I can hear you." Jace snorted loudly, shooting me a sarcastic look. "It's Savannah, right? I'm a cop. What do you expect me to do?"

"Abuse your... your cop powers?" I questioned, crossing my arms over my chest.

To my displeasure, my words had laughter spilling from his lips. "Right. And how will I abuse my 'cop powers'?"

"You can feel us up and blame it on a search or something!" I exclaimed, sneering at Jace. "You seem like the type."

He snickered, before rolling his eyes. "Not a bad idea, but not going to happen. Get your mind out of the gutter." He commanded and I flushed, straightening up.

"It never was." I shot back.

Jace shot me an unbelieving look. "Right." He drawled out slowly.

As we rounded the corner, a cop car parked along the street came into view.

Chuckling loudly, I motioned to the small bakery across the street, before I let out a laugh. "Not really surprised."

He frowned, his eyes flickering to where I had been motioning. "What's that supposed to mean?"

I leaned in closer, as if I were about to tell him a secret. "You're looking a little pudgy, if you know what I mean. Time to cut back on all those donuts." My words were clearly an absolute lie. One look at the muscles you could see peeping out from his shirt and it was clear that pudginess was the least of his problems.

Jace cocked an eyebrow, clearly not believing what I had said. "Really?"

I bobbed my head, forcing my gaze to not stray from his prying one. "Yeah..."

"Well in that case, Brooke, you can have shotgun." He shot me a smirk when she cheered.

Inwardly cursing him, I stood my ground. "Are you kidding me?"

"Nope. Karma is a bitch." He said cheerfully, though he lowered his voice so Brooke was unable to hear. "Hop in."

And without another word, he strolled over to the passenger door so he could allow Brooke in.

He didn't bother helping me, shooting me a smirk as he moved around to the driver's seat. "You act like a criminal - you get the back. It's unlocked."

Cursing the infuriating man under my breath and with my eyes narrowed into a glare, I stiffly ripped the door open, sliding in as gracefully as I could. Shutting the door, I couldn'y deny the fact that I felt very much like a criminal.

"I can handcuff you, if you want." Jace teased, reading my mind.

"Shut up," I snapped at him.

Brooke nervously twisted back to look at me, shooting me a sharp look before turning away. "So, Jace. How long have you been an officer?" She pressed, looking interested as he shoved the keys into the ignition.

He paused to grin at her. "Three years. Are you still in school?"

"Can we start driving?" I pressed, squinting through the bars that seperated them from me.

"I wasn't talking to you." He shot back, turning back to the blonde in the passenger seat.

Brooke giggled, flipping her hair over one shoulder. "Yes, I go University of Washington. Savannah wants to open an art gallery, so she's working full time."

His eyes flickered to me from the rear-view mirror, seemingly interested, but he didn't direct any questions my way. "What's your major?" He questioned Brooke, turning away so he could pull onto the street.

Brooke leaned back into her chair. "I'm a Psychology major.."

"Really?" He shot me a look. "That's interesting." At his words, she nodded eagerly.

"But, Savannah is an amazing photographer." Brooke bragged, turning back to wink at me. "You should see some of her work."

One side of Jace's mouth turned up. "So, she does actually have an interest."

I pressed my lips tightly together to resist snapping at him.

"She wants to do wedding photography in a few years." Brooke informed him, sounding proud. I shifted in my seat uncomfortably, not liking the subject.

"She seems a little bitter for that." Jace snorted loudly, chuckling spilling from his lips.

"Did you go to school?" Brooke changed the topic, looking intrigued.

At the question, his whole demeanor changed. I watched, fascinated as he shifted, an uncomfortable look covering his face. "I graduated high school, but I didn't finish college. I decided to join the force instead."

My curiosity rose, but I quickly swallowed it down. His eyes briefly flickered towards hers. "So, where to?"

"You can take us to Savannah's house." She responded, pursing her lips. "It's closer."

"Turn around, we're going the wrong way." I forced out, wanting this car ride to be over. "If you're capable of executing that maneuver, that is."

Jace rolled his eyes, following my instructions. "Let me guess, your time of the month?"

I exhaled sharply, gnashing my teeth together. "You-"

"So," Jace interrupted me loudly, turning to Brooke, he spoke. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Brooke bit her lip to keep from grinning, the interest in her eyes gleaming. I rolled my own, crossing my arms tightly.

"I don't." She began, eagerly leaning towards the cop. "Not yet at least."

He pursed his lips, a devilish expression making its way onto his face. "Really now?"

"Yes." I snapped sarcastically. "Are you stupid?"

He smirked. "I'm guessing you don't have a boyfriend." He paused, cocking a brow to see if he was correct. At my silence, a smug grin twisted his lips. "That's not really surprising. I don't understand how any guy could date you."

"Shut up." I hissed at him, turning to face the window.

I could practically imagine how his smirk would grow at my words.

"Go ahead and pick a radio-station, Brooke. Whatever you want." Jace spoke up as he winked at her.

"Okay!" Brooke eagerly grabbed the tune-file and began flipping through the channels.

"You know what to pick, Bee." I spoke to her, feeling giddy at the thought of listening to our favorite music.

She nodded, finding the channel, before cranking up the volume.

With the familiar sound of Luke Bryan's voice melting through the speakers, I let out a happy sigh. I was in a bubble. A bubble of happiness and country music and I knew I could survive this drive.

Though my bubble, of course, had to be popped by a loud, and very annoyed groan. "Ugh." Jace's nose was wrinkled, one of his hands clasped to his ear. "What is this shit?"

"You don't like it?" Brooke let out a gasp, her hand automatically reaching out. "I can change it..."

"Luke Bryan's voice is not shit." I snapped, interrupting Brooke mid-sentence, feeling offended. "How can you say that?"

"Just listening to this is giving me a headache." Jace wrinkled his nose an I tightened my grip on the seat.

"Well, then don't listen!" I exclaimed, narrowing my eyes at the hot cop. "Brooke - turn it up."

"You think that's possible? I think anyone in a ten mile radius can hear with how loud you have it up." He rolled his eyes, never losing his cool.

"I'm so sorry!" Brooke squeaked, immediately changing it to some generic rap station. "Is that better?"

"No." I moaned, slapping both my hands over my ears. "No. Turn it off. My ears are bleeding."

"My car, my music." He grinned happily, his fingers tapping to the beat against the steering wheel.

"But, you're a cop!" I protested, shoving a finger in his direction. "Aren't you supposed to keep the peace, not create it?"

He shook his head, looking satisfied. "I'm now off duty. My shift ended two minutes ago."

"You're still in uniform!" I blurted out, gesturing to the navy suit covering his torso. "You're setting a bad example!" I babbled, my voice growing louder with each word. He snorted, before turning his head, briefly to listen to Brooke's instructions on how to get to my house.

I sniffed, slumping into the seat, before wincing. I was more than a just little uncomfortable, which seemed reasonable in the place I was. Criminals sat back here - it wasn't exactly made with their comfort in mind.

I eagerly brightened when Jace finally pulled into my driveway.

Brooke opened her door, sliding out and shutting it gently once the car had stopped.

I was prepared to do the same, reaching over to open the door.

...only it didn't open.

The door stayed firmly shut.

What the heck?

With narrowed eyes, I turned to Jace. "Unlock me this instant!" I commanded, slapping my hands against the seat to grip the leather beneath them.

He rolled his eyes, that familiar smirk of his making it's way onto his face. "Yeah, sure thing."

And then he got out and slammed his door shut.

I was fuming. Crossing my arms, I scowled at the hot cop as he walked around the car.

And just like I had expected, he didn't open the door. He instead chose to lean against it, his arms crossed as he continued to talk to Brooke.

He wanted me to get angry, his intentions were clear. Determined, I made up my mind to stay as calm as possible.

I promised myself that.

When two minutes had passed and I was still stuck in the car, I resorted to new methods. Raising my fists, I began to slam them against the window, fiercely screaming at Jace with choice words that he could clearly hear.

He stood up straight, a wide grin on his face as he turned to face me. Reaching down, he gripped the handle to pull open the door. "What's wrong?"

"You little-" I started, as I launched myself out of the car, my intent to latch my hands tightly around his tanned throat.

"Sav! What on earth are you doing?" Brooke questioned, her tone shocked and appalled.

"He-" When I realized I had no sort of argument as to what he did, I let out a little scream, flipping the off-duty cop off, before I stormed into my house.

Sure, he was hot, maybe the hottest man I'd ever seen, but his personality made him about as attractive as a dead fish.