“Oh, come on, Officer Moore.” Sage pops a hip toward me. “We’re both eighteen now. You get to enjoy the view without being pervy.”

I press my lips together, suppressing a laugh at the absolute regret on his face. He gives me a look and then nods behind us. “And there’s the boyfriend with wonderful timing.”

We both glance over our shoulders to see Miles pull up. He’s from Ashfield, so he’s seen Roman around over the years, patrolling streets and events, and he gives the cop an easy nod back.

When I swing my head around, Roman smiles at me again, a slight tip to his head. I smile, too. It’s been weeks since I’ve seen him. Even longer since hearing his voice.

Sage sighs. “As much as I love being a third wheel, I have my own wheel to mount.” She zeros in on Roman. “You taking my girl home in your sexy cruiser or what?”

I shake my head. “You don’t have to. Miles is perfectly capable of⁠—”

“He is, but so is Roman,” she interjects. “I imagine you two don’t get nearly as much time together as you’d like.” She waggles her brows, causing Roman to close his eyes.

He opens them, narrows them at me in question. Enough of an affirmative for Sage, apparently.

“Perfect.” She bumps the popped hip against mine and winks. “Love you, bitch.”

“Love you,” I say as she walks toward the car.

Miles must piece it together because he rolls down his window. “It was great to conspire with you, Rem. Be safe for me, yeah?”

His eyebrows slant with the last part, and I nod, my mouth hitching up.

“He means no more black eyes.” Sage cocks her head, swinging open the passenger door. “So, use the back seat. There’s more room.” And because she is Sage Teller, she slips in, “You drive a spacious SUV, right, Officer Hottie?”

Before my glare fully lands, she ducks into the car. They drive away as I turn, and Roman’s already staring down at me.

“You have no idea how glad I am she’s only minimally rubbed off on you.”

I laugh and fall into step with him when he heads down the sidewalk to his police-issued SUV parked at the curb. “She still has time, Officer Hottie.”

He chuckles, and I crawl in, smashing my poor wings against the seat.

Roman Moore is handsome, though. Dark brown skin and strong features that don’t go unnoticed, his beard trimmed short, and wavy hair in a low fade. And his eyes—deep brown and warm. They’ve always been so gentle. What you’d want to see in a crisis, which is why he says his grandma wanted him to become an officer. It took a while for life to get him there, but he made it.