Then it rained, all the while Dennis—­nope, Officer Hanner—­had glared at me like he wanted to pick me up by the ankles and shake some sense into me. I was soaked; so was he, even though he’d donned one of those plastic anti-­rain things.

Both Henry and Officer Hanner turned to look at me.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I rested my forehead against the steering wheel. I was such . . . such an idiot—­an impulsive, irresponsible idiot. What had I been thinking? I couldn’t even believe I’d done that. Granted, I had a hell of a temper. Got that from my mama, too, but I’d never committed an act of vandalism. Shame rode me hard, making my skin clammy and icky.

How was what I’d done any different than what Henry had done? I mean, I didn’t hurt someone, but I lost my shit and I reacted in a way that was violent and stupid.

Uncomfortable with that comparison, I felt a shudder shake my shoulders.

The passenger car door opened suddenly, causing me to jerk back against the seat. Wild eyed, I watched Dennis slip into the seat next to me. My gaze bounced to the front of the car. Henry was gone. So was the Mustang. Reluctantly, I looked back at Dennis.

He tugged off the hood of the plastic, yellow poncho. “What were you thinking, Roxy?”

I opened my mouth.

“Don’t answer that question,” he snapped, scrubbing his hand along his jaw. “I already know. You weren’t thinking a goddamn thing.”

I snapped my mouth shut.

“I cannot believe you. You of all ­people should know better than to do what you did.”

Casting my gaze to the steering wheel, I pressed my lips together as I nodded. I did know better.

“You’re so damn lucky,” he said. “Henry’s not pressing charges.”

My gaze swung toward him. “What?”

He shook his head as he flipped his stare to the window. “He decided not to press charges. Which is great, because I really don’t want to explain to Reece why I had to arrest you.”

Oh God. Reece.

“Or have to deal with your parents, who I’m sure would be hella proud of what you did,” he added, laying it on thick. But hell, I deserved it. “However, your ass is going to pay for that window to get fixed ASAP. You got it?”

“Yes,” I replied immediately. “As soon as I know how much it costs, I’ll pay it.”

A moment passed. “Henry’s going to get an estimate, and it’ll go through me. I think that’s for the best right now.”

I agreed 100 percent.

“Dennis, I’m . . . I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I was just so angry that he was there, and he grabbed my arm—­”

“He said he grabbed your arm right before you threw the book,” he cut in. “By the way, I think that’s the first time I’ve seen a book take out a windshield, so thanks for that. But he didn’t make it sound like it was an aggressive move. And you didn’t bring it up when I first got here. Is there something I don’t know?”