“Yes, and then he’ll be convinced that this was a one-time occurrence and he’ll let us go!”
“Great,” he nodded. “And then the rumor mill will start up again about how I mauled you in public with my mouth. That’ll be a great headline after the whole constipation thing earlier.”
“JR, we are in jail!” I screeched.
“I’m aware. Your second time, I believe.” Scratching his chin, he mocked me with his condescending thoughts. “I wonder what the penalty is for getting nabbed twice in a month. Do they hang you in the town square? Or maybe you’re placed in the stocks.”
He snapped his fingers mockingly at me. “You know, there are some places that nail your ear to the wood and then wait for you to rip the nail out.”
“Why?” I screamed at the ceiling. “Why, of all people, did I have to get stuck with you?”
“Hey, you kissed me.”
“I so did not kiss you!” I said in horror.
“I believe you did.”
He was so calm and cool. It pissed me off.
“You kissed me!” I argued. “I was there. I remember it!”
“Yes, but if I kissed you, it was only to shut you up.”
I gaped at the horrible accusation. “Excuse me?”
“Well, you just never shut up. It seemed like the easiest way to go about getting what I wanted.”
I couldn’t believe I ever let this man’s hands anywhere near me, let alone in the middle of the town where anyone could see us. He had touched me, made me come against a police car. Were my butt prints there?
“Oh God,” I murmured, rushing back to Maverick, hoping he would take pity on me. “Sheriff, you didn’t…take pictures of the uh…prints, did you?”
A sly grin spread across his lips. “Photographic evidence is very important in the chain of evidence.”
“Right, but?—”
He started laughing again. “I know, childish, but so funny.”
Rolling my eyes, I started to get really pissed off. “Maverick Wynne, this is not funny. My ass prints do not belong in a file anywhere! It’s not like you can use them like a fingerprint!”
Then again, I didn’t know.
“Can you?”
“Not sure it’s ever been done before. I’ll have to call a friend about that.”
“No—” I started as he picked up the phone. “Sheriff, please don’t?—”
“Yeah, Susie, put me through to Harrington. I need his advice on something.”
Irritated, I spun away, but the picture wasn’t any better in that direction either. JR didn’t look the least bothered by any of this. I was about to have my ass prints on permanent file. They’d probably end up all over town, become fodder for everyone to laugh at, and he didn’t care in the slightest.
“Yeah, Harrington, you ever heard of ass prints being used in a criminal investigation? Uh-huh…Uh-huh…Uh-huh…Ooh, well, that’s interesting.”
I rushed over, gripping the bars as I waited for the outcome. “What’s interesting?”
“Well, I guess I never thought of that. Guess we’ll have to specially mark these.”
“Specially mark them, why?” I screamed.
