He was the one saying the guys and Rain needed to stop being so fucking childish. I'll kick some asses for this. I swear. When the hell are they ever going to grow up, and when will Rain learn to simply say no? It's a simple, one-syllable word.
I drive to the damn town Maverick had already sent me in one of the prior texts I had ignored. It only takes about twenty minutes, considering I might have broken a few speed limits.
The small jail seems to be lacking room for more than one person, so they only have the one holding cell, I think. I'm pretty sure Corbin and I ended up in here after a party one time if I'm not mistaken.
Once I make it inside, it becomes clear. Yep. This is definitely the place.
I look around, gauging the surroundings of the cold concrete stones that have been painted stark white. I can hear them bickering from here, and I smile while I quietly take care of all the paperwork.
"I thought you said you'd never get arrested," Maverick taunts, chuckling.
"And you were supposed to get me out," Rain growls, making me sigh in relief. At least she's okay.
I finish up, keeping my voice low when I talk to the plump man behind the desk, and he mumbles something about slapping around the guys. I smile as I follow him around the corner, and it's all I can do not to laugh when I see Rain.
Her sundress is barely hanging on. One strap is broken, and the other is hanging on by a mere thread. Her feet are bare, her hair is everywhere and smothered in what looks to be some type of sauce, along with numerous particles of food. Her dress is just as jaded by random stains and curious particles. Did they have a food fight?
Corbin is groaning in pain while leaning against the wall and clutching an icepack to his crotch. Rain and Maverick are having a silent standoff, and I notice Maverick's hand has blood on it. What the—
"Here you go. You'll be informed of a court date soon enough," the officer says while unlocking the cell.
Rain's eyes widen when she sees me, and she nervously tugs at her dress and starts running her hands through her hair. There's no fixing it. Sadly, I still find her to be fucking gorgeous.
"Care to fill me in?" I ask while casually propping against the wall, not even trying to hide my amusement.
Rain turns an accusatory glare toward Maverick. "I thought you said you were calling Dale!"
"I did. He was busy throwing Fiona out of the house."
"What?" I ask, losing the amusement in my tone.
Is this because of the argument that happened last night? It got heated between Tria and Fiona when the idiot woman tried calling Rain a slut. I was ready to put her in her place, but Tria beat me to it. I think it shocked Fiona more than anything. Still, Dale stayed out of it. He said it was pointless to argue and just to let it go. I never have understood what he sees in her.
"Is this because of the fight Fiona had with Tria?" I ask, looking toward Corbin.
He shakes his head while cursing and trying to stand. Rain bites back a grin when she goes to help him and he glares at her with an I-hate-you-because-you're-evil look.
"Tria fought with Fiona?" Rain asks absently, walking away without looking at me. Her bare feet on the dirty jail floor makes me cringe, but I can't exactly go and pick her up. Where are her shoes?
"Yeah. Long story. What happened here?" I ask, following her out, doing what I can not to stare at her perfect ass.
"Long story," she mumbles, mocking my answer.
"I had to bail you out of jail, so I think we've got time to hear the story on the way back to your cars."
Maverick chuckles when Corbin curses Rain behind her back, and I tilt my head curiously when I see her daring smile. Something tells me this story is far more interesting.
"So, how did you get arrested?" I ask Corbin, still laughing at the imagery of Rain flying over a table and beating the hell out of Fiona.
My side is killing me right now. Corbin is still pissed about his injured jewels, and Maverick loves to embellish an already dramatic story. I actually wish I had been there. It would have been worth jail time.
"Because that's the same fucking jail Maverick and I were in last night—er... early this morning, rather. The cop assumed I was guilty by association and cuffed my ass, too."
I laugh harder, even though I didn't realize it was possible. My laughter tapers off, though, when I look in the rearview mirror to see Rain staring outside. She seems lost in her own world.
"You okay?" Maverick asks her while scooting closer. "My lawyer will get us out of this. Don't worry."
She forces a smile before turning to face him. "I'm good. Just tired and dirty. I think it'll take a while to wash all this out," she says while pointing to the food still stuck in her hair.