He quickly shut the door and walked back around to the driver’s side of the car.
“Please wait inside your car, sir,” the female cop told him from the window of the patrol car.
“I really need some air,” Neal said, “if you don’t mind.”
The policewoman eyed him momentarily, then said something to the other officer, who was now sitting beside her in the police car. They talked for a few long minutes—Neal could hear the police radio crackling, a dispatcher giving them information. He thought he heard the word “hospital.”
The policeman finally got back out of the patrol car.
“The address on your license isn’t correct,” he told Neal.
“No. I just moved a few months ago.”
The cop motioned down the street with his flashlight. “You live right down the road here, then.”
“That’s right.”
“You realize I could cite you for reckless driving, don’t you?”
“Yes sir.”
“And for not having your child properly secured in the back seat.”
“Yes, of course.”
He glanced down at Neal’s bandaged foot again. “And for not wearing your shoes. Technically, you can’t drive barefoot.”
Neal nodded.
The cop sighed. “Well...since you’ve had a rough day, I’m gonna give you a break.” He paused, and for the first time, his rugged face softened. “I heard about your wife earlier today—one of my buddies was on the scene. Pretty messy. How’s she doin’?”
“Not too good,” Neal said.
The policeman nodded sympathetically. “Well, you got to be more careful. This is no time for recklessness, Mr. Becker. Your child needs you more than ever right now.”
“Yes sir,” Neal said, trying to appear grateful. Getting a measly traffic ticket was the least of his worries. In fact, he almost wished they would arrest him.
The cop handed Neal back his license. For an instant, Neal considered taking a swing at him. Then they would
But Neal just got back into his car, aware of both officers watching. He gave them an appreciative wave as he pulled away, then glanced over his shoulder at Natasha. He wasn’t afraid of her anymore—he was too pissed off at her to be afraid. But at the moment, there wasn’t much to fear. She was still behaving the same way she had in front of the cop, playing the role of the innocent child, kicking her legs around and making cute little baby noises.
Neal was actually glad that he had almost had an accident and gotten pulled over—it had shaken him back into reality. What was so scary about her, anyway? Of course, the policeman didn’t know she was only five months old and could already talk. But so what if the damn baby could talk? What harm could it do? Let her say whatever she wanted.
Neal focused his eyes on the road ahead of him and told himself that no matter what Natasha said, he wasn’t going to let her get under his skin.
(End of Book 1 – to be continued)
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