“No.”
She sighed heavily as she said, “You really suck at interviews.”
“Do I have the job?” Connor asked, giving her that bad-boy smile that she loved.
“I’ll have to think about it,” Rory said with a shrug as she turned to walk away.
“Uh, Rory, what do you want us to do with him?” Johnny called after her.
“Give him the official welcome to the family,” Rory said, laughing as she walked away.
“Rory?” Connor called after her, sounding uncertain and for good reason. “Rory!”
She paused long enough to look over her shoulder and wink as she announced smugly, “Checkmate.”
Epilogue
1 Year Later…
“Who do you think we should call?” Rory asked as she snuggled closer to him.
“Your dad?” Connor suggested, not sure that calling his father-in-law at two in the morning to come bail them out of jail was the best idea, but that’s all he had at the moment.
“No,” Rory sighed, laying her arm across his chest as she did her best to get comfortable, but the small bench and cement wall behind them made it impossible.
“Why not?” he asked, pressing a kiss to the top of her still damp head.
“Because I’d have to explain to him why we got arrested,” she said with an adorable pout.
Connor chuckled as he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer. “In a couple of hours, everyone in town is going to know what happened.”
“This town sucks,” Rory muttered, making him laugh.
“You have no one else to blame but yourself,” Connor said, wincing when she poked him in his side, hard.
“You could have just said no,” Rory said, tilting her head back so that she could glare up at him.
“True, but then you would have gone for my nipples,” Connor said, laughing when she poked him again.
“At least it’s not the worst thing that we’ve ever done,” Rory muttered, giving up on trying to get comfortable on the wooden bench and moved to sit on his lap.
“Put some space between you both, now!” the police officer manning the desk barked at them.
Connor placed his hand on the large swell of Rory’s belly as he stared the officer down, “If you want to put some space between us, then let my wife out of here.”
“I can’t do that and you know it,” the officer said, not looking all that happy about having a pregnant woman locked up in a cell. Connor wasn’t exactly thrilled about it either. If his hormonal wife hadn’t reached over while he’d been driving them home after they’d made another late-night run for burgers and shakes and started rubbing him through his pants, he would have used better judgment. He sure as hell wouldn’t have pulled into their old high school’s parking lot to help her take care of another craving.
In his defense, Connor really hadn’t thought that anyone would be able to spot his truck from the road, not with that storm making it difficult to see anything. At least this time, they didn’t come banging on the window until after they’d finished and Rory was dressed. He really hated anyone else seeing his gorgeous wife’s body, but it did happen on occasion when things got out of hand, kind of like tonight.
“Let’s call my brothers,” Rory suggested, laying her head on his shoulder.
“Can’t. They’re refusing to bail us out for five years because of what happened last month at the Strawberry Festival.”
“That wasn’t my fault!”
“Shhh, I know, baby,” Connor lied. It was completely her fault, but he wasn’t about to point that out to his hormonal wife. He wasn’t a fucking idiot after all.
“Andrew?” she suggested, sounding hopeful.
