So overcome by the sensations, I held him tight to me as I struggled to stay upright and gain some control over my breathing. By the time the world started to come back to me, I became aware of two things.
One, my butt cheeks were extremely cold. And two, we were in public.
With an audience.
“Oh God,” I whispered, desperately embarrassed by what had just happened.
I was too humiliated to do a thing except cling to him, but thankfully, he had more sense than me and tugged up my leggings, covering my body from exposure.
“We just did that,” I whispered.
“Yeah.”
“In public.”
“In public,” he concurred.
“Did everyone see?”
“Not a thing,” he lied, which made me feel the tiniest bit better until a rough bark, followed by a chuckle I knew all too well, clued me in as to where we were.
“Please tell me I’m not leaning against the sheriff’s car.”
“You’re not.”
“Are you lying?” I asked, hoping he wasn’t.
“Maybe it’s best if I don’t answer that.”
“So,”Sheriff Wynn said, slapping my file down on the desk as I paced the inside of the jail cell while JR calmly sat on the bench without a care in the world. “Care to explain why your ass print is now embedded in my glass?”
“I am so sorry about that,” I rushed out. “Seriously, it wasn’t supposed to happen. I don’t even like this man!” I said, jabbing a finger at JR.
Maverick chuckled at my admission. “Well, if you don’t like him, I’d hate to see what kind of public displays we might find with someone you hate.”
“No, don’t get me wrong. It’s not that I don’t like him. Of course, I like him. I mean, I don’t go around doing…that with people I don’t like. You know me, Maverick. It’s just that I don’t like him like that.”
“Are you sure?” he questioned.
“Of course!”
“Because it sure looked like you liked him like that.”
I ran over all the likes in my head and decided no, that was wrong. “There’s a big difference between like and like.”
“Mrs. Butterworth would say differently. She filed a complaint. Something about making out on a public street.”
“That was one time!”
“It shows a pattern,” he pressed. “Well, I guess I can at least write down that he didn’t just maul you against my car.”
He jotted down some notes, and I spun, glaring at JR. “Aren’t you going to say anything?”
“Me?” He shrugged. “Not sure why I would. You don’t even like me.”
“You know I didn’t mean that,” I hissed. “I’m trying to get us out of jail.”
“By telling him you don’t like me,” he deadpanned.
