She actually hadn’t said anything after I’d asked her to marry me. All she’d done was rip her panties off a second after I’d popped the question.
That was probably a good sign that she wanted to marry me, right?
Huh, I’d have to clear that up with her as soon as I was out of this hole.
“Do I look like I care, handsome?” he said back to me in such a sarcastic voice, I had to laugh.
“Not especially, no.”
“Perceptive.”
I got thrown into a cell. They’d asked if I wanted to call anyone, but I already knew Geneviève was on her way.
All I needed to do was hurry up and wait.
“Umm,I’ll take the one with the dark hair and broken nose,” Geneviève said loud enough for me to hear. They were leading me around to the waiting area where she was currently standing.
“This isn’t a dog pound,” I said to her as I shook my head. The officer undid my handcuffs and I felt so much relief in my ribs, I nearly hugged him. But I refrained.
Geneviève shrugged and said, “Umm, I’d argue with you on that.”
I rubbed my wrists and thanked the officer. “Nice,” he said, checking out Geneviève as she strode over to me, looking every bit as sexy as usual.
“What’s the first thing you’re going to do as a free man?” she asked, leaning into me, careful of not hugging me too hard.
“You,” I said into her hair, breathing in her flowery scent. She smelled a heck of a lot better than my cell had.
She gazed up at me and smiled. “That’s not good for your ribs, though.”
“I’ll risk it.”