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flipping through a magazine without paying attention to it. Before the detective left the 36/356
    room, he sent me a humorless smile. “Hope you’re not out past your curfew.”
    I sat down on the last chair in the row. I had remained outwardly calm so far, and I’d been proud of myself for staying tough. But now my hands shook. I wasn’t tough. And I was alone sitting in the police station. The last thing I wanted to do was cry, but the tears ran down my cheeks without permission. The most I could manage was to choke back the sobs that pulsed in my throat.
    I hadn’t noticed the teenage guy move, but he sat down on the chair next to me, holding out a box of tissues.
    “Thanks.” I took a couple and blew my nose. I had never blown my nose in front of a stranger, let alone a guy who was my age and good-looking. And he was good-looking. I wouldn’t have even glanced at his face, except I wondered if I knew him from school, and once I saw him, the handsome thing was sort of hard to overlook. He had wavy brown hair, tanned skin, and dark brown eyes that made him look like he’d stepped off a movie set somewhere. He wore a pair of faded blue jeans, the kind that have been worn comfortably thin, and an olive green T-shirt that fit snugly across his broad shoulders.
    I hoped he had already graduated from high school, because the fewer people from Rock Canyon High who knew about my trip here, the better. Then again, he was here too, so he couldn’t look down on me for being hauled into the police station.
    “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice a soft lull in the large room.
    I nodded, then laughed at my automatic reaction. I clearly wasn’t okay. I took another tissue from the box and wiped tears from my cheeks, trying to pull myself together. I must have looked like a mess.
    “So what brings you here?” I asked.
    He grinned like it didn’t matter. “Same thing as usual. Being in the wrong place at the wrong time. You drive your truck through a 37/356
    park, do a few spinouts, and these guys get all bent out of shape.” He stretched out his legs. “What about you?” I let out a grunt. “I should use my one phone call to contact The Guinness Book of World Records . Because I’ve just had the worst date in history.”
    “A date, huh?” The guy looked around the lobby. “So where did he end up? Do they have him in the back?” Now that the police were gone, I suddenly wanted to talk about what had happened. I wanted some sympathy before my father came down to the station and ripped into me. “No, he left with his friends when they saw the police coming. At least, that’s what I assume. I was around the back of a building making a phone call.”
    “Oh.” The guy nodded philosophically. “Girls using cell phones while on dates. I see your boyfriend’s point.” I smiled despite myself. “That’s not how it was.”
    “Just joking.” He held up a hand like he was taking a pledge. “Personally, I would never leave my girlfriend talking on a cell phone while the police closed in.”
    Hmm. I guess that made him a loyal criminal. I shouldn’t have found that attractive in a guy but I did.
    He surveyed me, his dark eyes resting on mine. “So what was so important that you had to make a phone call while your boyfriend was out committing a crime?”
    “I was asking advice on how to make my boyfriend stop committing the crime.”
    “Ahh.” The guy drew out the sound. “That’s irony. Or bad timing.”
    “That’s my usual luck.”
    He raised an eyebrow at my statement. “Do you come here often?” Then he smiled. He had gorgeous straight teeth. “That sounded like a 38/356
    pickup line, didn’t it? Hey, if your boyfriend is the jealous, violent type, forget I said that.”
    “I’ve never been here before.” I glanced around the lobby at the gray plastic chairs. “And somehow I don’t think it will make my list of favorite date destinations.”
    The guy lowered his voice. “So how did a date with