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I kept a possessive arm around her.
“The make of car?” Noreen asked.
“I don’t remember. White sedan, government plates,” Serena answered.
Noreen checked her screen and stood. “We did get a government car in today.” She held her hand out. “ID?”
“My purse was in the car.” Serena stated the obvious. “That’s why I’m here.”
Pulling my mind away from the kiss and back to the case, I volunteered, “I’ll vouch for her identity.”
Noreen scowled. “Your credibility is zilch, big guy. Let me check the box to see what we have, but if her ID isn’t in there, I can’t release anything from the car.” She wandered away, muttering under her breath.
I released Serena from my arm. “Thanks for the save.”
She elbowed me. “If I don’t get my stuff, I’m going to send you on that dinner date.”
I rolled my eyes.
“You owe me big time,” she said, tugging my earlobe—hard. “You hear me?”
I rubbed my ear. “Loud and clear.”
Another deputy, a man I didn’t recognize, arrived at the counter and eyed Serena. “Can I help you, miss?”
When his gaze lingered way too long, I answered for her. “Thank you, but my girlfriend’s already being helped.”
He didn’t leave until I gave him the glare that said she was mine.
Noreen returned with a plastic box and set it on the floor behind the counter. “I gotta make sure this is really your stuff. You understand? Describe your purse.”
“It’s black leather,” Serena said. “A Gucci shoulder bag with a horse bit on the side.”
The handbag that cost a month’s rent was more confirmation that she was a spoiled little rich girl.
Noreen rummaged in the box. “And the phone?”
“An iPhone in rose gold.”
Noreen rummaged around. “And what do we have here? What’s the title of the book?” Noreen prodded.
Serena turned beet-red. “Secretary to the Bazillionaire,” she mumbled.
I smirked with just the shortest chuckle.
Serena elbowed me. “Don’t judge. It’s a good book.”
Noreen held it up. A bare-chested guy on the cover confirmed what I’d suspected from the title. “You say it’s good?”
“If you like spicy, yes,” Serena said. “The author is terrific.”
Now, I was getting uncomfortable.
“I’ll order it,” Noreen said, hefting the box onto the counter and putting the book away. “I still need to verify your ID.”
Serena opened the purse, retrieved a wallet, and pulled out a driver’s license.
After a signature, a smiling Serena lifted the purse to her shoulder. “Thank you, deputy.”
