With the speed Taryn was going it was five miles before the cop caught up to her, and then it was only when she had to slow nearly to a stop at an intersection with totally blind approaches. Checking to see that there was no approaching traffic, Taryn was about to mash the accelerator again when she caught sight of the flashing lights in her rear-view mirror. Slamming her hands against the steering wheel in frustration, Taryn eased the Spyker onto the gravel shoulder and killed the ignition; she knew she was in enough trouble without antagonizing the officer. Watching the young cop in the mirror as he parked his bike and slowly walked up behind her she worked to calm her irritation. She’d been in this situation before, and she knew she could get out of it, but it wasn’t always easy. Cocking her right knee up, Taryn let her legs sag open, better revealing
