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Back First Comes Love
Chapters (92)
  1. First
  2. Love Connection
  3. Zero
  4. One
  5. Two
  6. Three
  7. Four
  8. Five
  9. Six
  10. Seven
  11. Eight
  12. Nine
  13. Ten
  14. Eleven
  15. One Month Later
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Six Months Later
  21. Sixteen
  22. Seventeen
  23. Eighteen
  24. Nineteen
  25. Twenty
  26. Twenty-one
  27. Twenty-two
  28. Twenty-three
  29. Twenty-four
  30. Six Months Later
  31. Twenty-five
  32. Twenty-six
  33. Twenty-seven
  34. Twenty-eight
  35. Twenty-nine
  36. Thirty
  37. Thirty-one
  38. Thirty-two
  39. Thirty-three
  40. I Have Never
  41. One
  42. Two
  43. Three
  44. Four
  45. Five
  46. Six
  47. Seven
  48. Eight
  49. Nine
  50. Ten
  51. Eleven
  52. Twelve
  53. Thirteen
  54. Fourteen
  55. Fifteen
  56. Sixteen
  57. Seventeen
  58. Eighteen
  59. Nineteen
  60. Twenty
  61. Twenty-one
  62. Twenty-two
  63. A Christmas Date
  64. One
  65. Two
  66. Three
  67. Four
  68. Five
  69. Six
  70. Seven
  71. Eight
  72. Nine
  73. Ten
  74. Eleven
  75. Twelve
  76. Thirteen
  77. Fourteen
  78. Fifteen
  79. Sixteen
  80. Seventeen
  81. Eighteen
  82. Nineteen
  83. Twenty
  84. Twenty-one
  85. Twenty-two
  86. Note from the Author
  87. Sneak Peek – To the Stars and Back
  88. Two
  89. Three
  90. Four
  91. Also by Camilla Isley
  92. About the Author

That’s when everything goes south. The officer jumps back and grabs the handle of the gun strapped to his belt.

“Stop!” he yells.

Hand still on the compartment handle, I freeze.

“Place both hands on the wheel,” the policeman instructs me. “Slowly, and where I can see them.”

What the hell? What does he think, that I have a gun hidden in my glove compartment? Oh! That must be exactly what he’s thinking.

I comply and place both hands on the wheel. “You people are unbelievable. I was just searching for the rental agreement, and I don’t have a gun. For your information, I’m against firearms.”

“Ma’am, please step out of the vehicle. And from now on, only slow movements.”

“This is ridiculous. What are you going to do? Arrest me? I’ve done nothing wrong!”

The officer not-so-patiently sighs. “Ma’am, your car plate is registered to a blue Toyota Corolla, whereas you’re driving a gray Hyundai Elantra. The plate recognition camera picked up the discrepancy as we drove behind you. And you’re transporting an unrestrained animal apparently soaked in gasoline. Once again, please step out of the car.”

“I’ve told you the damn car is rented. It’s not my fault if the rental company put the wrong plate on. And I’ve told you I just found the dog at a gas station and that I was bringing him to a shelter.”

“But then we flash you and instead of pulling over you turn in the opposite direction. Don’t make me ask again, please step out of the car.”

The brute is only missing an “or else” at the end of the sentence. “Or what? What are you going to do?”

“Ma’am, step out of the car or you’ll force me to call reinforcements.” The officer taps the walkie-talkie strapped to his vest, close to his shoulder. “As of right now, you’re resisting arrest.”

“You’re seriously arresting me? For what?” I open the door adding, “You’re a big, uniformed bully.” I get out of the car. “You can’t do this. I’m an honest, tax-paying American citizen.”

“Then you’ve nothing to fear.”

“This is still a free country. You can’t arrest me for no reason, it’s an abuse of power.”

“No, it’s not. Please turn around, ma’am.”

“Why?”

“Turn around.”

I do as he says.

“Now place your hands on the back of your head.”

“Are you handcuffing me? Is it really necessary?”

“Yes, ma’am. And I suggest you fully cooperate.”

“Are you going to tell me I have the right to remain silent next?”

“You most definitely have that right, ma’am.”

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