Two Sides to Every Story (Love Spectrum Romance) Read Free Page B

Not too much, and not too little.
    She’d caught him staring at her and was again glaring at him. He could swear he could see a wavy line coming from the woman toward him, and the word energy flashed into his mind.
    The woman wasn’t carrying a weapon; she was the weapon. She was a danger to him, and he should do everything in his power to stay away, yet he found himself searching his mind for ways to see her again. He had to find out more about her, about her reaction to him, his reaction to her. She continued glaring and again he froze, his heart seizing until she looked away and released him from her arctic hold.
    * * *
    Angela entered the building and looked for directions to the room where traffic school was being held. Finding the room, she sat down to wait for someone to come and tell her what she knew already. She was not to speed, it was against the law, it could get someone killed. Well, so could beating them almost to death. Her eyes lifted and widened. There was no way the green-eyed cop should be here. Angela marched to the front of the room. “Why are you teaching this class?”
    “For money,” he replied. She closed her eyes and counted to ten.
    “Are you doing this to annoy me?” She watched while he looked around the room.
    “There are at least fifty people in this room that have disobeyed the law. Do you think you’re so special that I’ve singled you out? Listen, if you don’t want to be here you’re free to leave. Reschedule. It’s your choice.” He turned away from her and she stood for a moment, unsure. She didn’t have time for this. She was not spending another Saturday in a musty room being told what she already knew. “I’m staying,” she announced through clenched teeth. He held a paper toward her and didn’t speak. Her eyes remained on him. She wasn’t sure if she’d intended to touch him, but the tips of their fingers met, and for the third time she felt a definite electrical shock followed by the same burning sensation. Angela snatched the paper away angrily, wondering what the heck was happening.
    Raphael pretended not to notice her reaction to him, or his to her. But he was intrigued. The entire eight hours the woman glared at him, not smiling, not speaking. Wanting to make sure that he knew she hated him.
    He knew. And Raphael was beginning to have a funny feeling. He no longer thought the woman his godmother had been talking about was Puerto Rican. He didn’t understand how anyone anywhere could have as much hatred for him as this woman seemed to have. All of this couldn’t be over a couple of tickets. Her hatred of him seemed personal, and he wondered why.
    * * *
    Raphael approached the car that had flown by him as though he wasn’t there. “Damn I don’t believe it. The woman’s crazy,” he muttered as he walked to her car. He’d followed her for nearly two blocks with the lights and siren on before she finally stopped.
    “License and insurance.”
    “You’re beginning to make this a habit. It’s becoming irritating.”
    “You’re speeding. Look, I’ll make it easy for you. Don’t speed on my beat and you won’t get a ticket.”
    “Are you from the Damen station?”
    “Yes, why?”
    “I’m going to report you.”
    “For what?”
    “For harassment.”
    “And just what have I done to harass you?”
    Angela looked into the emerald green eyes and spoke softly. “Because you’re a cop, and just because you breathe.” She scanned the front of his shirt. “You, Officer Rafe Remeris, are a symbol of everything that I hate. I would suggest that you find something to do with your time other than stopping me.”
    Raphael backed a bit away from the car, from the intoxicating presence of the woman sitting inside. He mentally shook himself, releasing the strange hold that had suddenly come over him.
    He looked at the woman’s driver’s license. “You live in Naperville. Why are you always speeding here? Are the traffic laws different in the