Handcuffed

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

"What about 43?" I asked, looking at the small screen of the radar gun after another car passed.

We were standing outside of the car under the hot sun, our backs to the brush we parked besides so anybody coming this way couldn't really see us. A few locks of my hair danced gently in the breeze, the fresh air welcoming and tickling my nose. Through my vision between my playful strands that got lose from my bun, I smirked at hearing him sigh from a few feet away.

"The speed limit is 45," he said, as if I didn't already know that.

"Well, I'm getting tired of just sitting here! We should go after them and arrest their asses for even daring to approach the speed limit."

He chuckled when I looked over at him, his wavy brown hair brushing in the hot breeze. His lips were parted in a perfect smile and small laugh. The sound was a nice melody compared to the sound of passing cars and the grass hissing in the wind. Droplets of sweat were forming along the side of his face, a slight shine upon his skin from the the sun. It really had to be a bitch to wear that uniform in the summer. I mean, it's dark and looks like heavy material; long pants.... Ugh, that sucked. I knew how he must be feeling. I remember in previous years here, I would wear dark and heavy clothes during the summer in public too. But for a different reason than him.

Luke's hands rested on his hips yet he was in a relaxed stance, eyes slightly squinted when he glanced my way. "It would be interesting to see how you would handle driving. You say that we should go after them now because they dare to approach the speed limit. But if it were you behind the wheel, I can just see you going over the speed limit for the fun of it."

"Well, I will never know," I said, looking back to the road with my hands in front of me, the radar gun still pointing towards the road. Another car went by and when it did, the screen showed 44. "Though I probably would speed often," I smirked.

"Have you ever drove a car before?"

"Yeah," I said, keeping my sight on the road as we stood there, waiting for another car. When one passed, it was clocked at 43. My god. Doesn't anyone know how to live anymore? "Not much though. Never really given the opportunity."

Glancing to him, his eyes dipped slightly at that, leaning his back against the car as he observed me doing his job - yes, his job. Then he spoke. "Well, you could learn. It's something we could do this summer. Start practicing."

A few more cars passed but I didn't bother to clock them when I heard his words. I turned towards him, my hand falling to my side with the radar gun as I just stared at him. Was he serious? And does he not recall what we just said? About how I would probably speed (though it was kind of a joke). I never took drivers training for the fact that we couldn't afford it. Not to mention, I was always able to walk to school and my job in the past. But now... well, I guess money wasn't a problem. However, my time being here was.

"Are you joking?" I was unsure about his words. He already understood how I was. Now, he thinks it's safe for me behind the wheel of a car? Maybe he didn't understand that I was more about having fun than following the rules.

"No," he said, smiling slightly. "I think you would be a good driver."

I raised my eyebrows. I didn't like that he did so much already. Now, he wanted to help me get my license? The worst part was that I didn't plan on sticking around. Just until he starts letting me sleep in my room and alone again. But I assume that giving me trust will have to happen before he lets me drive. It just made sense. So why not agree and go along with it if he was going to give me a chance to get out before starting driving practice?