To Colt?s alcohol soaked brain, it seemed mere minutes from the point in which he entered Hogs & Heifers that Friday night to find a very boozed up Blair dancing (although, he used that word loosely) on the bar with one of her plain Jane cousins to the moment he was flying down Johnson Road in the pitch dark with Blair sitting in the passenger seat of his eleven year old beat up blue Dodge pick-up. He was sure it was more like hours but several shots coupled with multiple rounds of beer had blurred the passage of time. All he knew now was he had Blair right where he wanted her. The further he pressed down on the gas, the more she squealed with delight and the further her hand rolled over his leg towards his inner thigh. Gravel was kicked up in the mighty truck?s wake, a Luke Bryan song rumbled from the truck?s speakers, and an open beer sat in the cup holder of the center console.
It was shaping up to be one hell of a night.
The tires ground to a halt as he mashed down hard on the brake pedal, timing the maneuver just right so that the truck skidded to a stop just before the gravel gave way to mud and from there to Potato Creek. Blair gave a whoop of delight as she unbuckled her seat belt. Almost before Colt had a chance to slide his free of the buckle, she was sliding onto his lap with a cool grin which he returned in kind.
Blair wasn?t the type to take home to mama. Though, she knew Missus Daniels well enough. After all, all three of her boys had dated Blair at one point or another. Like ?dance? the word ?date? was used loosely when applied to what the Daniels boys did with Blair. She wasn?t the girl you went out hoping to meet but she was a looker and never seemed to take it personally when she didn?t get a call back the next day. Taking her home -- or to the edge of Potato Creek for a little private after party in his truck -- was never a waste of a night. Then again Colt was pretty sure this would be a night he wouldn?t remember. At least it was just Blair so he didn?t have to worry about his sloppy performance.
When looking back on this particular evening the bulk of what passed between Blair sliding onto his lap and the rap on his steamed up window remained foggy. Evidently the deed never got done because as Blair slid from his lap and turned from the window to begin pulling on Colt?s abandoned flannel shirt so that whomever the knocker was didn?t get a peek of that fantastic view (although, Lord only knows there weren?t many in this town that hadn?t been privy to that view), Colt was still wearing his old beat up Wranglers.
He heaved a sigh at his interrupted alone time and leaned over to roll down the window on his side of the truck. As the steamed up window disappeared into the door, Deputy Chandler?s face filled the frame with that old stick up his ass look that had completed Martin Chandler?s expression since they were both in high school together. That was the problem with being a bit of a bully in high school and then not leaving town once you graduated. Sometimes the pricks you beat up in high school went on to become prick cops.
?Well, if it ain?t Deputy Dawg! What can I do you for?? Colt drawled in his low country accent.
A muffled snicker erupted from Blair who was desperately sinking into the shadows on the passenger side of the truck so Deputy Chandler couldn?t get a view of her face. The alcohol was slowing the speed of his brain?s functioning, not that his brain needed much help in being a bit sluggish. He knew there was a connection but he couldn?t quite make it at the moment. Blair. Deputy Chandler. Blair. Deputy Chandler. Nope, he got nothing.
Deputy Chandler?s bottom jaw tensed but he didn?t take the bait. ?You?re on private property, Colt. And you smell like cheap whiskey.?
?This is Mr. Leroy?s property. You just go right ahead and ring him up and see if he?s alright with me enjoyin? his creek for a lil? while. We?ll see who he?s actually peeved with when the good deputy wakes up his lovely wife at the ass crack of dawn interruptin? her beauty rest,? Colt replied with a big wide smile. The air blowing in from the open window was a bit nippy but he wasn?t about to ask for his shirt back from Blair. He was still hoping that Deputy Chandler would be on his way and he?d be able to enjoy the pretty bottled blonde with daddy issues wearing his shirt. ?Everybody in town knows this is my spot. Clearly, you did too since you wouldn?t have found me so far off the paved road unless you went lookin? for me.?
?Your mama told me to send you home if I saw you,? Deputy Chandler replied gruffly. ?Your baby sister is missin?.?
Of course she was. Colt sunk a bit lower in the bench seat, rolling his eyes. ?Y?know Jackie. She?s prolly fine. She?ll surface soon as she gets sick of whatever loser she been keepin? company with.?
?Well, that?s exactly what the Sheriff done told your mama but she?s still raisin? cane up there at the station,? Deputy Chandler replied, getting to the truth of the matter. The Sheriff wanted one of the Daniels boys to calm down their mama. Evidently Colt was the lucky one tonight.
He was in the middle of wondering if one of his brothers might answer their cells (or even if they were in cell range) so he could spend a bit more time with the lovely Blair when Deputy Chandler set his forearms on the edge of the window and leaned into the car a bit further as he finally tried to get a look at whichever easy blonde Colt had riding around in the passenger seat of his pickup tonight. Blair sunk back further against the passenger door trying to escape the prying eye.
?Blair??
Blair. Deputy Chandler. Blair. Deputy Chandler. Blair Chandler. That was it! Martin Chandler?s little sister.
?Well, shit,? Colt cursed beneath his breath as Deputy Chandler?s face suddenly contorted in rage as he yanked open Colt?s door.
?What the hell you doin? with my sister, you dumb good for nothin??? Deputy Chandler growled at Colt as he yanked him out of the truck and to his unsteady feet. Blair was cursing up a storm from the truck?s cab but neither he nor Martin Chandler paid her any mind.
Colt grinned a big wide grin at the deputy, offering a casual shrug of his shoulders as he set a hand down on the hood of the truck to help keep his balance. ?Oh, c?mon, Marty. I ain?t doin? nothin? that half the men in this town haven?t already done and the other half just wishin? they had. Just let me get on back to showin? your sister a hell of a good time.?
Maybe on another night Colt would have be able to duck the incoming right hook. After all, he had to know it was coming. Unfortunately, tonight it caught him square in the bottom jaw, causing him to drop against the hood. A hand reached up to cup his jaw, opening it and closing it once to make sure it was still in working order. ?Christ, Marty! It?s not fair hittin? me when you got that uniform on and I can?t hit back.?
?You?re under arrest, dipshit,? Deputy Chandler stated in an authoritative tone as he continued to ignore his sister?s threats and protests, yanking Colt?s arms back behind him and shoving him further into the hood of his truck.
A heavy exhale was given as he felt handcuffs slap against his wrists. This wouldn?t be the first time he?d had to sober up in jail. He just wish he?d gotten to enjoy Blair before the night came to an end. ?What the hell for??
Marty?s hand clamped around Colt?s arm, pulling him back up to his full height as he began leading him back to his cruiser. ?Don?t know at the moment but I got the whole ride back to the station to come up with somethin?.?
It was shaping up to be one hell of a night.
The tires ground to a halt as he mashed down hard on the brake pedal, timing the maneuver just right so that the truck skidded to a stop just before the gravel gave way to mud and from there to Potato Creek. Blair gave a whoop of delight as she unbuckled her seat belt. Almost before Colt had a chance to slide his free of the buckle, she was sliding onto his lap with a cool grin which he returned in kind.
Blair wasn?t the type to take home to mama. Though, she knew Missus Daniels well enough. After all, all three of her boys had dated Blair at one point or another. Like ?dance? the word ?date? was used loosely when applied to what the Daniels boys did with Blair. She wasn?t the girl you went out hoping to meet but she was a looker and never seemed to take it personally when she didn?t get a call back the next day. Taking her home -- or to the edge of Potato Creek for a little private after party in his truck -- was never a waste of a night. Then again Colt was pretty sure this would be a night he wouldn?t remember. At least it was just Blair so he didn?t have to worry about his sloppy performance.
When looking back on this particular evening the bulk of what passed between Blair sliding onto his lap and the rap on his steamed up window remained foggy. Evidently the deed never got done because as Blair slid from his lap and turned from the window to begin pulling on Colt?s abandoned flannel shirt so that whomever the knocker was didn?t get a peek of that fantastic view (although, Lord only knows there weren?t many in this town that hadn?t been privy to that view), Colt was still wearing his old beat up Wranglers.
He heaved a sigh at his interrupted alone time and leaned over to roll down the window on his side of the truck. As the steamed up window disappeared into the door, Deputy Chandler?s face filled the frame with that old stick up his ass look that had completed Martin Chandler?s expression since they were both in high school together. That was the problem with being a bit of a bully in high school and then not leaving town once you graduated. Sometimes the pricks you beat up in high school went on to become prick cops.
?Well, if it ain?t Deputy Dawg! What can I do you for?? Colt drawled in his low country accent.
A muffled snicker erupted from Blair who was desperately sinking into the shadows on the passenger side of the truck so Deputy Chandler couldn?t get a view of her face. The alcohol was slowing the speed of his brain?s functioning, not that his brain needed much help in being a bit sluggish. He knew there was a connection but he couldn?t quite make it at the moment. Blair. Deputy Chandler. Blair. Deputy Chandler. Nope, he got nothing.
Deputy Chandler?s bottom jaw tensed but he didn?t take the bait. ?You?re on private property, Colt. And you smell like cheap whiskey.?
?This is Mr. Leroy?s property. You just go right ahead and ring him up and see if he?s alright with me enjoyin? his creek for a lil? while. We?ll see who he?s actually peeved with when the good deputy wakes up his lovely wife at the ass crack of dawn interruptin? her beauty rest,? Colt replied with a big wide smile. The air blowing in from the open window was a bit nippy but he wasn?t about to ask for his shirt back from Blair. He was still hoping that Deputy Chandler would be on his way and he?d be able to enjoy the pretty bottled blonde with daddy issues wearing his shirt. ?Everybody in town knows this is my spot. Clearly, you did too since you wouldn?t have found me so far off the paved road unless you went lookin? for me.?
?Your mama told me to send you home if I saw you,? Deputy Chandler replied gruffly. ?Your baby sister is missin?.?
Of course she was. Colt sunk a bit lower in the bench seat, rolling his eyes. ?Y?know Jackie. She?s prolly fine. She?ll surface soon as she gets sick of whatever loser she been keepin? company with.?
?Well, that?s exactly what the Sheriff done told your mama but she?s still raisin? cane up there at the station,? Deputy Chandler replied, getting to the truth of the matter. The Sheriff wanted one of the Daniels boys to calm down their mama. Evidently Colt was the lucky one tonight.
He was in the middle of wondering if one of his brothers might answer their cells (or even if they were in cell range) so he could spend a bit more time with the lovely Blair when Deputy Chandler set his forearms on the edge of the window and leaned into the car a bit further as he finally tried to get a look at whichever easy blonde Colt had riding around in the passenger seat of his pickup tonight. Blair sunk back further against the passenger door trying to escape the prying eye.
?Blair??
Blair. Deputy Chandler. Blair. Deputy Chandler. Blair Chandler. That was it! Martin Chandler?s little sister.
?Well, shit,? Colt cursed beneath his breath as Deputy Chandler?s face suddenly contorted in rage as he yanked open Colt?s door.
?What the hell you doin? with my sister, you dumb good for nothin??? Deputy Chandler growled at Colt as he yanked him out of the truck and to his unsteady feet. Blair was cursing up a storm from the truck?s cab but neither he nor Martin Chandler paid her any mind.
Colt grinned a big wide grin at the deputy, offering a casual shrug of his shoulders as he set a hand down on the hood of the truck to help keep his balance. ?Oh, c?mon, Marty. I ain?t doin? nothin? that half the men in this town haven?t already done and the other half just wishin? they had. Just let me get on back to showin? your sister a hell of a good time.?
Maybe on another night Colt would have be able to duck the incoming right hook. After all, he had to know it was coming. Unfortunately, tonight it caught him square in the bottom jaw, causing him to drop against the hood. A hand reached up to cup his jaw, opening it and closing it once to make sure it was still in working order. ?Christ, Marty! It?s not fair hittin? me when you got that uniform on and I can?t hit back.?
?You?re under arrest, dipshit,? Deputy Chandler stated in an authoritative tone as he continued to ignore his sister?s threats and protests, yanking Colt?s arms back behind him and shoving him further into the hood of his truck.
A heavy exhale was given as he felt handcuffs slap against his wrists. This wouldn?t be the first time he?d had to sober up in jail. He just wish he?d gotten to enjoy Blair before the night came to an end. ?What the hell for??
Marty?s hand clamped around Colt?s arm, pulling him back up to his full height as he began leading him back to his cruiser. ?Don?t know at the moment but I got the whole ride back to the station to come up with somethin?.?