Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

Chapter 4

I never thought I'd end up in police station for indecency.

The person I knocked over was a 17-year-old teenager. He was sure I had bad intentions. Even though I denied it, he kept saying that I touched him. "Where did she touch you?" the police asked, scrutinizing every detail.

Brad Twain looked at me, pointed at his chest, then gestured down to his waist. "She touched me here, here...and even here." 'That's total bullshit!'

I almost cursed, I had never touched a man as handsome as Jace. How would I be interested

in a kid like him?

The officer looked at me again, and I denied it before he could ask. "I didn't lay a hand on him; it was just an accidental bump."

"Have you been drinking?" the officer asked, giving me a knowing look.

It was normal for men to drink a lot, but if a woman drank even a little, she was seen as improper.

I nodded. "Yes, I did."

"How much?" The officer's question seemed unrelated to the situation at hand.

Still, I answered honestly, "One bottle of beer.

at me in

vouch for me. But just my luck, while I was on the ground with Brad,

again, "I wasn't drunk, and ! definitely wasn't taking advantage of this

you sure she touched you?

up and hit him. Before I could act, Brad's eyes

to

a woman who had long, straight hair and wore

unattainable crush from every

she was. Her

what happened?"

but instead pouted at Jace. "Sis, is this your new

face tightened, his look shifting from surprise to coldness as he stared at me. "What's

you know this woman? She's a total creep. She

energy left to explain. I just stared at Jace. It had only been

me off so urgently

I'm

then I thought, 'Of course she knows me. I'm Jace's sidekick, always trailing behind him. Anyone

and I had never interacted. I only knew about her because her husband, Desmond Blake, had died in a

over your brother and

know, he's

Brad two quick smacks on the head, then explained the situation to the police. They checked the