Chapter Seven
By the time the parade and cleanup were over, and the participants had scattered, it was nearly lunchtime. Dottie’s food truck was sure to be hopping. “Meet you back at the station?” Travis asked Weston. “I’ll grab us lunch.”
Weston arched a brow. “You’re in uniform. Make sure that’s all you grab.”
“f**k you, asshole.” As if he’d ever grab Elaine’s a*s. Well, he would if they were dating, but only at home, and since they were never going to date, it was a moot point. He flipped a middle finger over his shoulder as Weston’s laughter carried through the air behind him.
In spite of Weston’s constant badgering, he had to admit he felt pretty good about today. He’d seen genuine hope on people’s faces as he and Weston had ridden down the street. And he was damned glad he’d play
