“Delancey Jacobs?” he asked. “Is that who took Olivia’s place in your apartment?”
“Yes.” She wasn’t picking up.
“Didn’t her car get stuck in a wash last summer?”
So Lucas had been the one to go to that call too. “Yeah,” Riley said.
“And back in high school, she got lost during the field trip to Yellowstone.”
“That was a long time ago.”
“Maybe do yourself a favor, and don’t take her advice when it comes to men.”
Well, Riley really wished she hadn’t this time.
CHAPTER 5
Lucas got into his squad car, clenching his jaw. He’d known Riley would date other guys after their breakup, but it bothered him more than he expected to find her in Nick Floyd’s car. He’d always been a tool.
From the backseat, Nick let out an exasperated breath. “I was wondering how long you planned on leaving me here. Is standing around talking with a man’s date usually part of the DUI process, or do I get special treatment?”
“I was ensuring Riley makes it home safely—something you should’ve done but didn’t.” Lucas took his time filling out the towing form just to make Nick wait longer.
Nick clanked his handcuffs. “We were fine, bro, and you ruined my date. Everything was going perfectly until you decided to play lord of the flashing lights.”
Lucas started the car. “Sorry to burst your bubble, but she wasn’t into you.”
Nick scoffed. “You didn’t see us dancing earlier. She was into me.”
An image of Riley dancing rushed into Lucas’s mind. The woman knew how to move on a dance floor. She’d always beenso confident, so fluid. And when they slow danced, well, Lucas didn’t like thinking about her slow dancing with Nick.
Lucas drove out of the parking lot. “When I pulled up behind you, I saw your outlines.” Riley had been leaning away from him, not toward him. “Trust me, you’re not her type.”
Nick scoffed again, then sat forward in his seat and laughed. “Wait, you dated Riley last year, didn’t you? I just remembered that.”
Lucas didn’t answer.
“Is that why you’re really hauling me to the station? I encroached on your territory?”
“I’m taking you in because your blood alcohol is over the limit.”
“Barely.”
“Barely is enough.” Especially when Nick had been threatening to run over people with his car.
“Dude, we played football together. You know me, and you cuffed me anyway.”
“Sorry. That’s part of the procedure.” And okay, he could’ve made an exception about the cuffing, but he hadn’t felt like it.
Nick remained silent for a few minutes. It was an improvement. When they were nearly to the station, he said, “Arresting me won’t impress her. She knows why you’re doing this, and it will only make her want to date me more. I bet she’s already left me several texts telling me how sorry she is that her ex is harassing me.”
Was he right? Lucas didn’t think Riley liked Nick but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t go out with him again just to show Lucas that he couldn’t tell her what to do.
He turned into the station parking lot. “She’d feel differently if she knew about that charge on your record for soliciting prostitution.”
Nick straightened and sputtered. “That was just a frat house thing. You wouldn’t…you’re not allowed to tell people what’s on my record.”
Lucas parked the car. “I won’t tell anyone anything. But if you ever ask Riley out again, I might let her best friend know that she ought to run a check on you. Arrests are in the public record. I’m sure Riley’s friends will have opinions about the frat boy stuff.”