He waves before getting into the car and heading back out to the dirt road leading around the property.
“Shit. That was close.” I blow out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
Layla bursts out laughing. “You should see your face!”
“Me? What if we were arrested?”
My white shirt clings to Layla, showing off all her curves.
“You couldn’t sweet-talk an old man into not arresting us?” Layla wraps her arms around my neck.
“I don’t think he would’ve listened to me.” I hoist Layla up, her legs going around my waist. “You on the other hand? You could talk your way out of anything.”
Layla drags her finger down my jaw. “Maybe I could talk youintocoming home with me tonight?”
“You don’t have to ask me twice.”
ChapterTwenty-Two
LAYLA
“Ican’t believe the police found us.”
I unlock my front door and push it open, Simon hot on my heels.
“When I said I didn’t want to be arrested for indecent exposure, that wasn’t a challenge.”
“It’s not like they would have arrested us.”
Simon gives me a devious smile. “Look at you. Corrupting poor, sweet, little old me.”
“I don’t think anything about you is sweet.”
He quirks a brow in my direction. “Definitely not after what we did last night.”
“You’re incorrigible.”
Heading to the bathroom to get towels to clean up, I flip on the light and gasp at my reflection. Makeup is caked under my eyes, and I look like I have two black eyes. It’s smudged in other places.
It looks like I went ten rounds with a boxer.
Have I looked like this the entire way home?
And why didn’t Simon tell me?
“Everything okay?” Simon calls from the living room.
“Uhh, give me a second.”
Digging around in the drawers, I try to find a washcloth to clean up my face.
“What’s going on?” Simon’s eyes lock with mine in the mirror.
“Why didn’t you tell me I look like the daughter of Frankenstein?” I wave my hand around my face.
“It wouldn’t have been polite.” It comes out almost sounding like a question.
Blowing out a frustrated breath, I find a cloth and turn on the water. Simon’s hand on my wrist stops me.
