Captured Again(The Let Me Go Series)

Chapter 16


Emma bounced into class with a rare smile. She had received a notice from her court-appointed attorney, and apparently, since she was underage and this was her first offense, she could possibly qualify for a pre-trial intervention. She just needed three character recommendations and then would make an appearance before the judge. If all went well, it was possible she may just be assigned community service and a fine, which she’d gladly accept. If that all happened, it would be expunged off her record before she turned twenty-one—very good news for her.

Dusty was already seated at the back of the class, leaving a desk open directly in front of him. She didn’t need to avoid him anymore. She’d already given him the letdown, so he knew she wasn’t interested in anything personal—and she had made it clear she didn’t want to discuss her arrest, so there was no need to talk business either. Maybe they could just be friends.

She was still smiling as she slid into her seat.

“Did you eat it?” Dusty asked in a whisper, over her shoulder.

“Eat what?” she whispered back.

“The canary.”

Emma giggled at his joke and shook her head. “Shh.”

Dusty poked her gently in the shoulder. “Seriously, what are you smiling about?”

Emma turned around, trying to look fierce. “What’s with you and the poking? Isn’t that police brutality?”

“I’m just a guy here, Emma. Tell me... what’s up?”

“Okay, fine. I’ll tell you before we both get in trouble, big mouth.” She flipped her hair over one shoulder before turning sideways in her desk so she could stop whispering so loud.

“I received a PTI notice. Do you know anything about that?”

“Yep. Stands for pre-trial intervention. You’re a good candidate for that—I think.”

“What do you mean, I think?” Emma grumbled. “Of course I’m a good candidate for it. I’ve never been in trouble with the law before, and I was just barely over the legal limit when I blew.”

“True. But I still don’t know you well. So... good luck.”

Her eyes narrowed as she studied Dusty, who was doing his best to look nonchalant. “Why do I need luck? How hard could it be to get three character recommendations and get in front of the judge? Seems like a done deal to me.”

“Hmm... you got three people to stand up for you—in writing—to a court of law?”

“Dusty, I do know at least three people.”

“Can’t be just anybody recommending you for the program, or everybody would be doing it. It has to be three contributing members of society, who know you very well, preferably employer or previous employers, clergy, or... law enforcement.”

Emma quickly turned around in her seat in a huff. I know three people like that, don’t I? Okay, there’s my boss. That’s one. He’ll gladly write me a recommendation. But I don’t go to church, although I am a Christian... so that knocks out clergy, and I don’t know anyone in law enforcement... except...Dusty!

Emma spun back around to look at Dusty.

“Dust?” she breathed out sweetly.

“What?”

“Would you write a character reference for me? Please?” Emma whined and then chewed her lower lip, awaiting his response nervously.

Dusty smiled, his face transforming into a mess of dimples and white teeth. That’s a yes! Has to be! Emma smiled back. That’s two. Now I just need one more.

“Nope.”

“Thank you!” Emma loudly whispered before the answer registered. “Wait—what?”

“I can’t do it, Emma. I don’t know you well enough,” Dusty humbly answered.

Emma turned back to face the front, fuming. She needed this. Why did he have to be such a jerk about it? She’d have to talk to her lawyer, see what other options she had. Maybe Dusty didn’t know everything.

She felt a soft poke on her shoulder again.

“What?” she snapped as she whipped her head around to glare at Dusty.

“If you were to let me take you out tonight, maybe I could get to know you. And if I knew you and I thought you were a good person, I would write the recommendation for PTI,” he offered.

Dammit, Emma thought. He knew he had her. She needed that recommendation and needed it badly. Even with his, she was one short. This was definitely not playing fair.

She wouldn’t give in to his blackmail.

As the professor started his lecture, Emma stubbornly focused on her work, taking notes, and when her mind wandered back to Dusty, she wrote the notes over again and again... until she ripped through to the other side.

She’d learned her lesson in sitting near him. It was bad enough knowing he was watching her from behind, and she was working hard to mask her nervousness with anger, but his smell—the sandalwood was the front runner today in his spicy scented medley—almost intoxicating in itself. She peeked up at the clock, willing the minute hand to move faster.

The moment the class was over, she was on her feet and headed out the door, putting a crowd of people between her and Dusty. As she made it into the hallway, she turned to see why he wasn’t pursuing her and saw him speaking with the professor. Oh well... screw him. She took the opportunity to hurry even faster out of the building toward her car.





“Emma!” Dusty yelled breathlessly. He was running through the parking lot, trying to catch up to her before she shut her car door and pulled away.

“What?” Emma demanded.

“Emma, I wasn’t trying to be a jerk. I really would like to take you out and get to know you,” Dusty huffed out as he tried to catch his breath, having just barely caught her door with his hand as she was pulling it shut to leave.

Emma rolled her eyes. “Seriously? I’m not trading you a date for a recommendation, Dusty,” she said. “Isn’t that blackmail, law enforcement guy?”

“No. It’s me, Dusty, asking you, Emma, out on a date. To hell with the recommendation, I really do want to go out with you.”

Emma stared hard at him. She’d learned her lesson a few years ago—several times over—when she’d let her guard down and the ghosts of her past were quick to punish her, forcing her to choose to remain alone. But she really did want to be able to go out with guys. She was lonely for a regular guy. She’d already let so many good ones pass her by, in fear of her past catching up with her. Maybe she could try one more time—but just as friends.

Dusty looked pitiful waiting for her answer, leaned against her door.

“Okay. Here’s the deal, Dusty. If we go out, it’s strictly platonic. Right?”

“Sure.” He agreed happily.

“And I can’t go until after seven o’clock. I have to work. Okay?”

“Sure.”

“And we each pay our own way... right?”

“Sure. I’ll even let you pay my way if you want.” Dusty joked.

“Pick me up at my job at seven tonight. I want someone to see me leave with you, in case you are really a crazed lunatic when you’re out of uniform,” Emma said seriously.

“Cool. I’m okay with that. Where do you work?”

“Dragoon Cartoon Studios. 138 Main Street.”


“I’ll be there. See you at seven,” Dusty said, backing away with a smile.

“Yeah, see ya then,” Emma answered, then yanked the door shut.