“I don’t know about amazing. How about competent? I’m competent, I can admit to that.” She smirked at him without taking her eyes off the road.
“You’re not giving yourself enough credit. We’ll meet in the middle with incredible, "how’s that?”
“That’s not a compromise!” Amy said, laughing and swatting at Carey playfully. “There’s no way that incredible is the halfway point. How about ‘semi-mediocre’?”
“Nope, not good enough. I’m the one giving compliments around here, so I get to have the majority vote. And I say that ‘celestial status’ is up on the list, along with extremely kind, very quick thinking, and stunningly beautiful.”
Amy didn’t speak for a moment, watching the squad car in front of her intently. Finally, she spoke, but when she did, her voice was somewhat hoarse with emotion. “Thank you, Carey, for what you said.”
“You don’t have to thank me, it’s the truth,” he replied, rubbing the back of her neck with his hand. She rolled her shoulders under his soft touch and stretched her back forward. “Are you ready for me to drive?”
“Sure,” she answered, engaging the cruise control and checking the mirrors. “Slide over here.” Carey looked around nervously before taking off his seat belt and sliding across the bench seat toward her. “Hold the wheel, don’t touch the brake but be ready to hit it if necessary.” Carey held the steering wheel as Amy unbuckled her seatbelt, then used her feet to push against the seat and slide over into the back seat directly behind her. Carey slid into place and buckled up as Amy came back over the seat on the passenger side.
“That was a pretty slick move, Officer McDade. How’d you learn to do that? Is that a cop thing?” he asked, watching her get comfortable in what had been his seat only seconds before. She shrugged her shoulders before responding.
“I’ve had years of defensive driving training, but that particular move is just something that my brothers and I would do if we needed to take turns. We used to deliver products all over Michigan for my dad’s company, and the route could get pretty tedious if you didn’t have someone to trade off with.” Amy reached her arm across the seat back that had held Carey’s arm before. “Weren’t you sitting somewhere like this, maybe?” she asked, toying with Carey’s shaggy hair, running her nails gently up his scalp and causing him to lean into her hand.
“Something like that, maybe a little bit to my left. Yup, that’s what I was doing,” he answered, smiling at Amy without taking his eyes off the road.
“I don’t know,” she argued in a smooth voice. “I think maybe you were over here, right?” Amy demonstrated by moving closer to Carey, close enough to breathe heavily on his neck before placing her lips against his shivering skin. She moved up his neck to his ear, where she bit down gently on his earlobe before soothing it by sucking it into her mouth.
“I would love to tell you not to stop,” Carey began, forgetting to finish his sentence as Amy bit down gently on the muscle that ran on the outside of his neck.
“Yes? You were saying something about me stopping?” she asked innocently enough.
“Um…no, no I wasn’t.”
“I’m pretty sure I heard you say the word ‘stop’,” she said with a laugh, a seductive sound that was almost as maddening as what she was physically doing to him.
“No, that must have been some other guy. Don’t stop,” Carey half-begged, gripping the steering wheel so hard with both hands that his knuckles turned white.
“Actually, I think I should sit over here and behave myself,” Amy suggested, sitting up and sliding back to her side of the truck. “That policeman won’t be too happy with you if he looks in his rear-view mirror.”
“Me? I’m just sitting here, innocently driving a truck over a hundred miles an hour. You’re the incredible vixen sucking on my neck.”
“It’s just so suckable,” she shot back with a satisfied giggle as Carey struggled to keep his composure. “But truthfully, I shouldn’t distract you when you’re driving. It’s not very responsible of either of us. Tell me about your ranch instead.”
Amy kept Carey talking, partly to keep him awake and focused, but also because she was genuinely interested in life out west. She was shocked by some of the things ranching required, like homeschooling because the town was so far away, and Carey learning to shoot a gun at only seven years old. Other things made the farm seem so natural and normal, mostly the way he talked about his life like it was so commonplace.
“But what about you, Miss Big City Policewoman? You must have more than enough excitement to last you a lifetime.” Carey kept his eyes focused on the squad car in front of him so he wouldn’t have to look at the speedometer.
“Well, it used to be exciting. I’m kind of gun-shy now, I’m afraid. I am spooked too easily, I’m too cautious.” Amy looked straight ahead, not focusing on anything in particular as her mind wandered to her job.
“How can being cautious be a bad thing when you’re an armed policeman? Doesn’t being alert and careful mean everything in that line of work?”
“Yes, but you can be too careful. I reached the point that I’d call for back up just to check out a simple domestic dispute or a shoplifting. It wasn’t fair to my partner to be saddled with someone who couldn’t evaluate the situation and determine the level of risk. So I took myself off the street and agreed to work the desk. But I’ve been at that job so long, now I’m afraid I’ll never go back.”
It was Carey’s turn to ask the questions without being rude or prying. “And the cattle drive was supposed to cure you? That’s a pretty tall order for some very large, not very bright animals, don’t you think?” he asked.
“Not cure me, exactly, but make me realize that I am capable and strong, that I can make decisions on my feet and assess a situation in the right frame of mind.”
“Wow. Now I feel bad for letting you talk me into coming to the ranch. Maybe you needed a few more days on the drive, and you could have gotten your head back where you want it.”
“I don’t think that would have done it,” Amy admitted sadly. “The drive was kind of a last-ditch effort to figure out my next career move. If I didn’t come back to work as a whole new person, I was going to put in for a transfer or start looking for another jurisdiction. Maybe that gun shot came at just the right time in my career…I’d already proven I’m tough and I’m capable, and that may have been what I needed on my résumé to get my foot in the door somewhere else, somewhere a little less…intense.” Amy looked out the window and was quiet after that, a fact that Carey couldn’t help but think had less to do with talking herself out and more to do with a heavy weight pressing down on her.
“Then you know I do need you on this trip, and I don’t just mean for the driving. We’re walking straight into the lion’s mouth on this, what with Mack possibly hiding out somewhere on the ranch.”
Amy went into full-on investigative mode without even realizing it. “Do you have any idea of why he’d be out there for revenge? What prompted him to start shooting up the place?”
Carey told Amy the long story of two of Mack’s girls showing up on the ranch and seeking shelter. He even told her where the girls were at that moment, how far from the property they would be, who knew about their whereabouts, and such. Amy nodded as Carey talked, taking it all in.
“So your dad just gave them a cabin to stay in, and hired a counselor to look after them? He’s either a saint or he has an interest in getting those girls away from Mack for some reason.”
Carey bristled slightly, not sure what Amy meant but had the impression that she