He caught her speeding in a school zone and decided she needed to learn even civil disobedience could have very painful consequences.
Another Friday, another excerpt to launch you into your weekend. For this Frisky Friday I am sharing a bit from my 3rd book, Arrested by Love. A handsome, but strict, police officer decides a spoiled socialite needs a special lesson in obeying the law.
Tiffany Morgan has been in love with Kyle Sinclair since she was ten years old, when he'd turned her over his knee for attempting to swim in a raging white water river. Though she'd been furious with him at the time, Tiffany never told her family what Kyle did. Instead, she began trailing after him like an annoying younger sister as she tried to gain his attention.
Now, eleven years later, Kyle, a patrol officer, is finding it much more difficult to maintain his distance from the irresistible and vivacious redhead who continues to invent ingenious ways to attract his interest. Though he dismissed her initial attraction to him as infatuation, as she grew-up, his own feelings of desire and protectiveness deepened. So, despite his constant struggle to resist the spirited little minx's lures, Kyle finally has to admit that he is losing the battle--badly.
The following section occurs about two-thirds through the book. Kyle and Tiffany have been separated for several weeks. She's refusing to see him after catching him in a lie, and her family has circled the wagons around her. Recently, Kyle learned Tiffany isn't doing well, so decides to conduct a stake out near her home to see if he can catch a glimpse of her himself. Patrick is Tiffany's father, Chrissy is her younger sister.
Bleary eyed, Kyle was back at the binoculars at six on Monday. He expected Patrick to be leaving for work about seven. Patrick commuted into the city by train, which was a forty-five minute ride. When eight o'clock rolled by and no one left the house, Kyle knew something had to be up. Patrick could be on vacation, but Kyle doubted it. He continued to watch and was surprised to see Chrissy walk out of the house carrying what looked like her mother's purse. She was followed shortly by her mother and father who appeared to be holding up a skinny teenager.
Shaking his head, Kyle increased the power on his binoculars and watched as the scrawny red head with dull green eyes suddenly turned toward the bushes then fell to her knees and vomited. Holy shit! That was Tiffany. His Tiffany. Throwing down the binoculars Kyle started his car and sped over to the house. Had he been on duty, he would have given himself a ticket.
Torn between stark fear, shock, and blazing anger, he was ripping out his key and leaping from the car before he'd even engaged the power break. That was his girl who was sick, and he needed to be with her, at her side, helping her, feeding her.
God, she had to have lost over thirty pounds, which would bring her to an anorexic weight of ninety. He'd last seen her six weeks ago Friday. How could she have changed so much in so little time? Hadn't she eaten or slept at all during the six weeks? Charging toward her like a mad lion out to protect his mate, Kyle wasn't going to take no for an answer. And Lord help her father if he even attempted to try and stop him.
Patrick and her mother were helping Tiffany back to her feet, when Kyle stepped in. Tiffany could barely even walk, she was so weak.
"Don't worry, Pumpkin, I've got you," Patrick Morgan murmured.
"Patrick," Kyle said firmly. "I'll take her now."
Tiffany is furious with Kyle, but at the moment she is so ill, even glaring at him takes more energy than she has, but Kyle is not about to be deterred.
Thanks for visiting. I hope you enjoyed this brief excerpt and wish you and yours a very Frisky Friday.