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“You don’t believe me, do you? I can show you the message.”
“I —”
A flash went off in the bushes behind Boston’s squad car. We both spun around only to be flashed a bunch more times as a photographer came out of the bushes.
My anger flared. “What is this? Reed’s personal pap squad?” I whirled on Boston. “Are you in on this, too? Is this just some big setup? Get Eve over here, call the cops, get her arrested again? Are you trying to destroy any sort of credibility I might have? Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind being arrested for things I have actually done. But this is entrapment. As if I’d want to break in and steal anything here anyway. Look at their garden decorations! They’re awful!”
My short temper got the better of me. I kicked over the ugly garden gnome, satisfied when it hit the concrete driveway and shattered.
The pap’s camera flash went crazy again. “Destruction of property!” he shouted, like I’d just handed him a winning lottery ticket. “Excellent!”
Boston put a hand up in the direction of the photographer, blocking him from taking any more photos of me.
He groaned loudly. “Are you always this impulsive? For Christ’s sake, Eve, and with a photographer watching and everything.”
“He set me up!”
“Yeah. He set you up. How dumb do you think I am? You think I couldn’t see that? You’re wearing high heels. If you were planning on breaking into his house, I think you probably would have chosen more appropriate footwear.”
“I’ll have you know, I can run pretty fast in these.”
He just stared at me. “Do you actually think before you open your mouth? I was trying to tell you I was on your side.”
“I don’t need you on my side!”
He threw up his hands in frustration. “You’re impossible.”
I couldn’t blame him. Iwasimpossible. And impulsive. I did run my mouth without thinking. They were my worst flaws, all right there for him to see. He’d called them, right off the bat.
Embarrassment heated my face. “What now then?”
“Get in the car.”
I gaped at him. “For a garden gnome? You’re arresting me over a two-dollar fucking lawn ornament?”
“Get. In. The. Car, Eve. Or is itEvil? I can never tell with you.”
I was so frustrated and angry I could have stamped my foot like a toddler. But I wouldn’t give Boston that sort of satisfaction.
The photographer was having a field day. “Where’s the cuffs, Officer? Can we get a shot of you putting them on her?”
My blood boiled over. I launched myself in his direction, ready to smash his overpriced camera and his obnoxious face.
Strong arms caught me around my middle. I kicked and flailed, screaming for Boston to let me go.
“Do you ever actually listen to anyone?” he growled in my ear.
I went quiet in his arms. His voice sent a tremble down my spine, goosebumps spreading across my skin, his warm breath on my neck.
He had me in the back of his squad car before I even fully realized it.
The locks slammed down.
I shook my head. Boston played dirty. Whether he knew it or not, he’d used raw sex appeal to get his way. And now that I was stuck in the back of his car, under fucking arrest again, that just pissed me off more.
“Don’t forget to take the evidence with you,” the photographer called.
Boston paused half inside the car and then cursed. He leaned across the center console and grabbed a bag and gloves from somewhere on the passenger side. Then he got back out and collected the pieces of the broken gnome, putting them inside the brown bag. He shook it in the direction of the photographer. “Got the evidence. Happy?”
