"Nah, I have to help about twenty more little old ladies cross the street before I can even get nominated for that," Logan shook his head. "But if I give out just one more speeding ticket this month, I can win one of those iPod Nanos. Speaking of which...."
The look he gave her was half-amused and half-stern. "Should I ask if you know how fast you were going or should I go with the old-time favorite, 'Where's the fire, lady?'" He smiled again, though. There was no way that she was getting a ticket from him.