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

“What did you say?” Doug asked. “Just give me a fucking ticket already? He thinks you’re going to be trouble so he’s called in a buddy. That’s what’s taking him so long. He’s going to cuff ya and stuff ya.” 


“They don’t send you to jail for speeding,” Mark told him. He glanced back at Tiffany, silently asking for confirmation. They don’t do that, right? I mean, not really. Right?


She shrugged. A lot of assurance that gave him. He sighed and hit his head against the steering wheel again. He didn’t want to see anymore. 


Doug didn’t let the issue drop. “Hey Mark.” 


“Hush up,” Tiffany said quietly. When Doug started to say something else, she warned, “Don’t.” 


For a long moment the only sound was the whizz of the cars passing by. Mark’s mind whirled. How much would a ticket cost him? He’d heard somewhere they charged a dollar for every mile over the limit, wasn’t that right? Or was it three dollars? He didn’t know… how should he know? 


Chapter 6