It was one night at the beach when a teenage boy washes up onto the shore, breathless, dazed and confused. No one knew who he was or where he'd come from. And Rowan Mercetti was willing to find out. But, she hadn't planned to set herself up for dang...
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PICTURE: KOL WELLINGTON
Abandoning my father's office I sighed sadly already knowing the outcome of coming to the station at night, it entitled that the Sheriff wouldn't be completely finished for another three hours. Which means, another long, cold night in the station.
"Just shut the door on your way out, Roe." My father barked, pulling a file out of his file cabinet and reviewing it briefly.
Settling upon the seat I was sitting previously, I closed my eyes once more, praying 12:00am would come by sooner. Resting my head against the window, I pulled my legs up into my chest, ignoring the chaotic mess happening within the station. In all likelihood, another case, has the officers losing their minds.
"Hey, sorry to interrupt but do you need a ride?"
The familiar low voice made me flutter my eyes opened, and a tall fellow, lean as a greyhound, Mason Hawthorne, stood tall. His ball cap was pulled low shielding those earthy orbs, in his right hand was a water bottle and the left hand was buried deep in his pocket. He sported a tentative, half-smile.
"Thanks but no thanks, Mason. I better wait for my father." I responded flatly, pursing my lips together simultaneously.
"Are you sure?" He pressed. "I seriously, don't mind taking you home. I'm sure Sheriff Mercetti wouldn't mind."
"Sure. If it's not any trouble." Taking this as an opportunity, I stood upwards, nodding my head. With a halfhearted smile, I sauntered besides Mason, as we headed for the exit.
"Great." Mason elaborated. "Are you hungry? We could stop to get some food before I take you home?"
Officer Jolie sends us a heartwarming smile. "Rowan, did you want me to tell your father, you left with Hawthorne?"
I nodded in acknowledgment. "Yes. Thank you, Jolie." Returning my undivided attention towards Mason, I subtly smiled, my heart clenching. "That'll be awesome."
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Mason parked perfectly and narrowed his deep, dark-set of eyes over towards me. "Ever been here before?"
"Not exactly," I bewildered.
He chuckled. "Great. I love taking people here to watch them devour the food. Let's not wait any longer, cmon."
Almost immediately upon exiting the vehicle my stomach grumbles at the mere, scent of salty fries and greasy burgers. Mason locked his car doors and pulled his crimson ball cap down further, holding the door to the empty diner, opened. Entering the diner, I examined the small place, discreetly.
