Randy frowned. "I can't."
My smile faltered. "But why not?"
"Because I don't have the key."
Now, I was the one frowning. "So, who does?"
From limo's other side, Imogen's voice rang out, loud and clear. "Looking for this?"
When I looked, she was holding out a car key in front of her, swinging it back and forth from its key fob.
Reluctantly, I looked to Jack. He said nothing, but his expression said it all.
I told you so.
My own words from just a few moments ago echoed in my brain."Sometimes politeness goes a long way in solving problems."
Crap.
Still, I dug deep and forced another smile. I looked back to Imogen and replied, "Yes. As a matter of fact, I am. Would youpleasegive that to Randy so he can move the limo?"
Nowshewas the one smiling. "No."
Double crap.Again, I looked to Jack. She washisnon-girlfriend.Shouldn't he be doing something?
But then I remembered, hehadbeen doing something. And I'd stopped him. But still, I couldn’t quite regret it, or at least notallof it. After all, I still didn't want the limo damaged.
I looked back to Imogen and said, "Oh come on! If you don't give up the key, Jack will damage the limo. You don't want that, do you?"
"Why not?" she said with a sly look at Jack. "I think it's hot."
"What?" I shook my head. "Hot how?"
"Hot-wiring a car," she said. "It's sexy, don’t you think?"
Embarrassingly, I did.
How messed up was that?
And yet, I didn't find itsosexy that I'd actually let it happen. I returned my attention to Jack. He looked more disturbed than flattered.
And yet, he made no move to retrieve the key.
Damn it.I knew exactly what he was doing. He was making me eat my own words, that's what.
With a sound of annoyance, I turned and stalked around the front of the limo. I bypassed Jack and stood facing Imogen. I held out my hand, palm up. "The key," I said. "I need itnow."
From behind me, Jack said, "What, no 'please'?"
I whirled back to face him. "What?"
He grinned. "It's only polite, right?"
Damn it.The way it looked, he was actually enjoying this.Jerk.I looked back to Imogen and gritted out, "Please."
Her smile widened. "No."
I felt my eyebrows furrow. "Pretty please?"
