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The photographer’s only response was a flash of his camera.
Boston got back behind the wheel, tossing the evidence bag into the back seat beside me. He yanked his seat belt, shoving the metal piece into the clip.
“Dare you to run the guy over.”
My gaze met Boston’s in the rearview mirror. He just shook his head.
I rolled my eyes. “Can you at least put the radio on if you aren’t going to talk to me.” I flopped against the back seat and crossed my arms in a huff.
“Put your seat belt on and I’ll consider it.”
I did it, not because he told me to, but because it was the smart thing to do. Who knew what his night driving was like? I didn’t fancy flying through a windshield if the man didn’t know how to drive.
But Boston nodded like I was a good little girl and flicked the radio on.
I clenched my fingers into fists. I kind of wanted to throw one into his self-righteous face. Even though it would have been a pity to break his perfect nose.
He reversed out of the driveway and got us on the road, winding our way through the streets of Providence. It took me a moment to realize that I still had my bag. I rifled through it, looking for my phone to send a text off to Fawn and Lyric and let them know what was happening before Boston realized I still had it and confiscated it.
Instead of the phone, my fingers brushed against the solid rubber of the massive dildo Lyric and Fawn had bought me earlier.
I glanced at Boston, in the front seat. He was so straight. So good, right to his very core.
The guy could use a bit of a shakeup.
I pulled out the dildo and quietly tucked it inside the evidence bag. While I was sitting in a cell, he’d be putting a massive purple dildo with his name on it into evidence.
A wicked sense of satisfaction stole over me. And I smiled for the rest of the car ride.
8
BOSTON
Out in front of Saint View Strip Club, I killed my car’s headlights and unlocked the doors, before opening Eve’s for her.
She jumped, gaze snapping up from her phone, but her surprise was quickly replaced by a devious smile. It fell away, though, when she noticed we were on her home turf. Her perfect eyebrows knit together in confusion. “This isn’t the police station.”
“Last I checked, no, it’s not.”
When she made no move to get out of the car, I reached across and unbuckled her seat belt, trying not to breathe in her perfume.
She still didn’t move. “I don’t understand. I thought I was under arrest?”
I took her arm, guiding her gently. She followed, bewilderment etched into her expression.
“Did you really think I was going to arrest you over a garden gnome?”
“Well, you do kind of have a stick up your ass. So yes. I did.”
I closed the door with a loud thud.
Eve looked back at the seat she’d just exited and cringed. “Um, what about the evidence? Are you going to log that?”
My boots crunched over the gravel parking area. “I only did that to keep the paparazzi off my back. And yours. I’ll just throw it out when I get back to the station. That’s not even a proper evidence bag. I brought my lunch in it this morning.”
Pink tinged her cheeks. “Oh. I didn’t realize that.”
We walked side by side toward the club’s entrance. I knew she was Saint View born and bred, and that she was probably used to walking the streets alone at night, but I wanted to walk her to the door anyway. “I’m not dumb, Eve. I know a bogus complaint when I see one.”
