When Mark Peters is stopped for speeding, patrol officer Lt. W.V. Tench lets him off with just a warning. The only problem is that now Mark can't get the sexy cop out of his mind. When his friends jokingly suggest he drive around until he gets pulled over again, Mark thinks that's a great idea.<br><br>Except it's a different cop this time. And this one isn't as taken in with Mark's disarming grin as Lt. Tench claimed to be.<br><br>With his friends snickering beside him, Mark just wants to drive off and try his luck again. How many tickets will he have to rack up just to meet the man of his dreams?

Speed Trap

Tiff was right, this wasn’t Lt. Tench—his badge read Lt. B. D. Mackenzie,and the man behind it looked as if he ate small children for breakfast. His gruff features were hidden by a pair of mirrored shades, and his thin lips pressed together into a fine line that seemed to disappear as he glanced into the window to stare at the three friends.


Mark squinted up at the cop. “Hey there, officer. I can explain…” He trailed off, not really sure if he could or not, but willing to take the chance. 


“Hey yourself.” The policeman took off the sunglasses and Mark could see his face now—the bunched muscles in his jaw, the chiseled cheekbones, the beady eyes that crinkled into half-moons when he saw Tiffany. His mouth spread into a leer. “Hi there, Ms. Johnson.” 


“Hi Bubba.” Tiffany gave him a shy grin, her voice soft and so unlike her usual catty sound that Mark turned around to make sure it was still the same girl in his back seat. “How’re you doing?” 


Chapter 5