Temptation Trails (The Haven Brothers #3)

We came to another four-way intersection. She turned right.

So did I.

She also didn’t use a turn signal, but there was no way I was pulling her over. Next time she turned, I’d go the opposite direction. I couldn’t keep following her. I slowed down, putting more distance between us.

But when she turned left, what did I do? Yeah. Turned left.

She used her turn signal that time.

Turn around, Garrett. Do it. Turn around and stop following her.

Did I?

No. No, I did not.

She turned right and once again, didn’t use her turn signal. It was probably burned out on that side. Before I could contemplate what I was doing—or talk sense into myself—I flipped on my lights.

She slowed and pulled to a stop. I parked a short distance behind her.

What the hell was I doing?

I keyed my mic. “Squad seven.”

“Go ahead, squad seven.”

“Put me out with a traffic stop at 5806 West Cedar. White Toyota RAV4, one female occupant. Reason for stop is failure to use a turn signal.”

Brenna hesitated. “10-4, squad seven.”

“I’m just going to let her know. It’s probably out.”

“Uh-huh. 10-4.”

I rolled my eyes. Brenna knew me. She knew I didn’t usually pull people over for little things.

And what was I supposed to do now? Walk up to Harper’s car and ask her out?

Actually…

I got out of my car. I wasn’t going to do it. I was absolutely not going to ask her out. I didn’t want to start a relationship. I didn’t have time.

Except I couldn’t stop thinking about her. It was driving me crazy.

She was driving me crazy.

I approached her car and she lowered her window.

“Um, hi officer. Is there a problem?”

I took off my sunglasses. “Hi, Harper.”

Her eyes widened in recognition. “Oh! Garrett. Wait. Why did you pull me over? Was I speeding? I’m sure I wasn’t speeding. What did I do?”

Her rambling was so cute, I couldn’t help but crack a smile. “Nothing. It’s just…” There my brain went again, forgetting how to use words. “Your turn signal. It might be out. You didn’t use it. Twice. Just the right one.”

That was probably the least eloquent I’d ever been in my entire life, but at least I’d gotten to the facts.

“My turn signal? That’s weird. Can you check it for me?”