“License and registration please,” Reid said then looked down into the car. When his blue eyes met Marco’s, he let out a sigh and shook his head. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Seriously Marco?”
Marco shrugged then reached for his pocket, but Reid held up his hand just as Marco knew he would.
“I don’t need to see your freaking license. I practically have the damn thing memorized at this point.”
“Oh come on. I haven’t been in trouble in a long time.”
Reid was eight years older than Marco, though other than the few lines around his eyes no one would ever know it, and after years of Marco getting himself in trouble for his hot temper and bad attitude, spending plenty of time in the back of Reid’s cruiser, somewhere along the way they’d become great friends.
“Whose car is this?” Reid asked
