“Do you think the people who chased me yesterday did something to my car?”
“We left it in a well-lit parking lot. Frisco’s stays open all night and is very popular. I doubt anyone touched it. I would’ve gotten a call if someone noticed it damaged and called the police.”
“You? Not me?”
I shrug. “They probably would’ve called you as well.”
She narrows her eyes, too smart to fool. Colton, had he heard her name come up, would’ve called me first. He’s a police detective, but his loyalty is with Cerberus first. I have no doubt that he has already heard about what happened with her yesterday. Grinch knows I informed him of everything going on. I had my hands full with her yesterday and Grinch would’ve called him to give him the latest update.
“You’re full of shit,” she accuses, but there’s humor in her voice that makes me smile. “Are you hiding something?”
I shake my head. “I’ll tell you everything you need to know, and I’ll always answer any questions you have.”
Her hips jut out as she crosses her arms over her chest. “What I’ll need to know?”
I shake my head as I cross the room and stand in front of her. “Don’t start that attorney interrogation with me, baby. It turns me on too much.”
Those pretty eyes drop to my mouth once again, and it becomes clear how much power she has over the way I respond to her.
“Stop,” I chide, wondering if the decision I made that kept us from having sex was the right one, because in this moment, my entire body is laced with regret and desperate need.
“I can’t decide if you’re a chivalrous hero saving the day or a misogynistic asshole trying to control my life.”
I smirk at her before directing her to walk toward the front door.
“The only difference between the two is perception, Faith.”
She turns to face me before opening the door.
“Please don’t turn out to be an asshole.”
I press my lips to hers without warning, pulling her against my chest and finally getting a solid handful of her ass. I don’t let her take it as far as she wants, pulling away after only a few sweeps of her tongue against mine.
“I’m just trying to keep you safe, baby.” I smack one last kiss to her lips before spinning her around to the door and smacking her ass.
Instead of knocking my head off my shoulders like I figured had a fifty percent chance of happening, she chuckles as she walks out of the house, waiting on the porch for me to exit so she can lock it.
With her hand in mine, I drive us back to the parking lot where we left her car, and the natural feeling of it makes me want to just keep driving, to spend the day exactly like this.
“Shit,” I mutter as we near her car.
“What’s going on?” Faith asks, leaning forward as if getting a couple inches closer will explain what we’re driving up on.
I watch two Farmington police officers bend down to look into the windows of the car, a sickness settling inside of me for being wrong about the slim chances of her car being damaged.
I park, the only vacant spot I can find a row over and five cars down. Thankfully, Faith waits for me to open her door instead of blazing forward, trying to figure out what’s going on.
“It’s fine,” I assure her, taking her hand in mine before walking toward her car and the curious cops.
One of the police officers is still bending down to look inside, but his partner notices our approach. I see no damage on the vehicle, but they’re here for a reason.
“Can I help you?” the observant cop asks.
“Is there something wrong with the car?” I ask, pulling Faith into my side.
“Do you know whose vehicle this is?”
“It’s mine,” Faith manages.
His eyes narrow on her, and I know immediately that they aren’t here because someone called it in for damage. I’m normally very agreeable with all police, but the way he’s looking at her instantly makes me defensive.
“Comes back to a Faith Robbins,” the other officer says after his radio squawks out the information.
“Do you have ID, ma’am?”
Faith pulls away from me enough to grab her license out of her purse.
“Do you mind telling us what’s going on?” I ask, but the officer remains quiet as he takes her license and requests dispatch to run her information.
He keeps the ID in his hand as he addresses her again. “A tip was called in that this vehicle was used in a drug deal last night.”
I scoff because hearing it is beyond ridiculous. The officer doesn’t look impressed with my response.
“I was being followed yesterday. I was upset and called my—friend. He came and picked me up. I’m an attorney. I don’t use, sell, or buy drugs,” Faith explains.