Addison
AFTER STOPPING HOME to change my clothes and grab my gun, I did some shopping and then headed back to the jail. The gun might be a little overkill, but Ihadto find a way to get locked up with Dylan. If they didn’t check my purse right off, I was confident the metal detectors would freak out, which meant they’d cuff me and book me... at least that was my hope.
I was a little surprisedto see Jake speaking with someone behind the counter, and even more surprised when he stopped his conversation to watch me.
“Can I help you?”
I focused on the uniformed officer asking me the question and smiled. “Hi. I’m here to see Dylan James.”
Her fingers flew over the keyboard as she asked, “Purpose of visit?”
“I brought her a change of clothes and some food.”
“I’ve got this, Roxi,”Jake said.
I hadn’t noticed him approach, but I certainly noticed him now. Good lord, just as sexy as before.
“Come with me, Addison.”
I nodded and followed him to a private room off the lobby where he waved me to a chair. I sat down, cradling my purse, the bag with the change of clothes, and muffins on my lap. He perched on the edge of the table and crossed his arms. “What are you doing?”
“What do you mean? I’m here to see Dylan. I brought her a change of clothes and a toothbrush, since I’m assuming you snatched her from her bed before she could freshen up.”
He nodded to the muffins. “And the contraband?”
I gasped. “What? These are muffins.Notcontraband.”
“May I have one?”
I shifted in my seat. “I... ah... no. I’m sorry. They’re for Dylan.”
He raised an eyebrow and leanedforward a little. “Addison, what’s in those muffins?”
I raised the plastic top and began to read the ingredients off the broken label.
“That’s not what I meant.”
