I Hate Walt. Vicki Andree

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СКАЧАТЬ hesitated a second until he could see into the car and that the man had both hands on the steering wheel. “May I see your driver’s license and proof of insurance?”

      “Sure, man, no problem.” The man pulled down the sun visor and retrieved his registration and insurance information. “Hey, man, my license is in my wallet.”

      Bobby could tell from the few words spoken that the man was sober. “Go ahead.”

      The man got his wallet from his back pocket. Bobby took the documents back to the cruiser and called dispatch for a 10-27, driver’s license check on Mark Phelps. Nothing came up out of the ordinary, so Bobby routinely requested a printout of the NCIC report. He would need it when he got back to the station for his report. He dreaded the paperwork for even a normal traffic stop.

      Mr. Phelps accepted the citation without comment.

      Bobby got back in the cruiser and waited for Mr. Phelps to leave.

      As soon as the black Hummer got up to speed, a car roared past doing over ninety miles an hour, and he activated his lights and sirens. That vehicle looked all too familiar. Mary Lou!

      Mary Lou pulled over immediately.

      He threw the cruiser into park and strode up to the open driver’s window.

      Mary Lou blinked back tears. “Oh, Bobby, I was hoping it was you. Thank God.” She broke out in a full-blown meltdown.

      He opened the car door and put his arms around her. “Hey, it’s all right.”

      She sniffed and looked up. “Get in the car. It’s freezing out there.”

      He walked around to the passenger seat. That’s Mary Lou, the pragmatist. Get out of the cold, dummy. He grinned and felt light as he got into the car beside her.

      She turned and embraced him, burying her head in his shoulder. “That’s better. I feel better now. Oh, I’ve missed you so much. Why didn’t you call? Do you have any idea how isolated I felt? Alaska is a horrible place.”

      He patted her hair and pushed her away to look her in the eye. “I’m glad you’re back. I missed you. But I’m on duty right now. Mary Lou, you know you were speeding.”

      Her face went innocent. “I was?”

      “Over ninety miles an hour.”

      She dried her eyes and blew her nose. “Oh, I just wanted to be home. Home in my own house, in my own bed. It’s been nothing less than hell the last two weeks.”

      Bobby sighed. Everything in Mary Lou’s life was larger than life and more awful than life or, in good times, better than life. He leaned back in his seat. “I need to get back in the cruiser. You slow down the rest of the way home.” He patted her hand.

      She grabbed his hand. “Is that it? Bobby, when are we going to see each other again?”

      He rubbed his forehead. “It’s been busy. I’m not sure when I’m off.”

      “What?” she shouted. “I’ve been in hell over Christmas and New Year’s and you can’t even figure out when we can go out? We didn’t see each other over Christmas or New Year’s Eve or New Year’s Day. I hate this!” She grabbed the steering wheel and banged her head against it.

      He reached out to stop her. “Let me think. Let’s see. It’s Saturday, and—”

      Mary Lou screeched, “It’s Sunday!” She pointed at the clock on the dashboard and sniffed, then whined, “It’s 1:30 a.m. on Sunday.”

      He relaxed. This was Mary Lou in her tensed-out mode. “Monday—Monday, I’m off. That’s tomorrow. I can pick you up at seven. Can I take you to dinner Monday evening, Princess?”

      Her shoulders went down, she wiped her eyes, “Yes, I’d love to see you tomorrow evening.”

      Monday, January 7

      Arvada, Colorado

      Mary Lou powdered her nose. Bobby would be on time. She flipped through the blouses in her closet for the tenth time and decided to change her top. She glanced at the clock. Six fifty-eight. She slipped on the blouse and glanced in the mirror. That’s better. She smiled at herself and walked into the living room as the doorbell rang.

      She opened the door. Bobby stepped in, and they hugged, long and tight. Mary Lou kissed him, and he held her close.

      She inhaled his cologne. “Mm, you smell good.”

      “It’s one of my new essential oils. Sandalwood. Glad you like it.” He reached to help her with her coat.

      “I sure do.” I could take this relationship to the next level right now. You are the sexiest man in the universe. The only time you look better is when in uniform, and that cologne may drive me to do something shocking tonight.

      Stop it, girl, you’ll scare him to death. You were in Alaska too long.

      He opened the door for her. “I made reservations at the Greenbriar. Hope that’s all right.”

      She glowed. “I love it. I haven’t been there for ages. It’s pretty special. Are we celebrating?”

      Bobby laughed. “Just that you’re back in the lower forty-eight.”

      Mary Lou and Bobby got into his aging Range Rover. She snuggled into the seat as Bobby turned the key and the engine roared to life. He turned toward Boulder and Left Hand Canyon.

      The Greenbriar was packed, as usual. The hostess led Mary Lou and Bobby to a table in the back of the dining hall, next to the doors to the kitchen.

      After they had been served, Bobby smiled. “Mind if I say a prayer?”

      Mary Lou blushed, put down her fork, and quickly bowed her head. “Go ahead.”

      “Lord, Creator and Sustainer of the universe, we just want to thank You for this day and for Mary Lou’s safe return. Thank You for who You are and what You did for us on Calvary. Thank You for Your provision in all things. We praise Your Name and ask Your blessing on this evening. In Jesus’s Name, Amen.”

      Mary Lou lifted her head and looked around to see if anyone was watching. Everyone seemed involved in their own conversations.

      Bobby lifted his glass of iced tea. “To life!”

      She lifted her tea, and they clinked glasses. “I’m so glad to be home. I guess I’ve told you that a dozen times already tonight. Being with you is what I dreamed about when I was stuck in Alaska. I mean, it was awful, and not hearing from you made it worse.”

      Bobby sipped his tea. “I’m sorry. A lot has happened since we last saw each other. I guess I need to get you caught up.”

      Mary Lou loved the way his eyes lit up.

      He blurted, “I converted.”

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