The time for modesty or being neat and tidy is over. I clamber off his lap and start sifting through clothes. Our mingled juices are definitely dripping onto Brodie’s floorboards, but I don’t have time to care, because I’m naked and that alarm is still going. “Did you put them in your pocket?”
“I don’t know.” Levi’s digging through the clothes, too, shaking them as he goes. “I don’t remember. They could be anywhere.”
I drop to the floorboards and feel under the seats. My fingers bump something hard that feels like molded plastic, and I grab it. “Found my phone,” I say.
I flick on the flashlight app and use it to search the floorboards. Nothing.
I sit up and shine it on the seats. There. Peeping out from right next to Levi’s knee is the glint of silver from the edge of the rectangular key. It’s somehow been shoved between the seat cushions.
I’m distracted for a moment, because Levi is bent over the seats to look behind them and his perfect ass is in the air, his muscular legs flexing as he searches.
It’s tempting to say screw the alarm and drag him down for round two.
“Do you see them?” he asks.
Right. This is real life, not a fantasy. I don’t think it’s unreasonable I got confused. This is not my normal life.
I grab the key and hit the button to stop the alarm.
Levi lets out a sigh as he spins and drops down to sit.
I’m climbing back up to sit next to him when someone knocks on the window. I let out a shriek and dive back down to the floorboards.
Levi uses the automatic start on the key to get the engine going enough that he can roll down the back window. “Sorry about that, officer,” he says. “We couldn’t find the key.”
Officer? No. This is my worst nightmare. This can’t be happening.
Chapter Nineteen
Levi
Iface the officer as calmly as I can and offer him my most charming smile, but inside, my heart is racing and sweat is breaking out at my temples. This is a disaster I didn’t foresee, and there is no controlling this situation.
All I can do is try to keep the officer distracted while Gentry gets dressed, which she is frantically trying to do. My t-shirt hits me in the face and, thankfully, falls onto my lap, as I continue to smile at the police officer currently staring me down.
“Sir, sex in a vehicle on a public street is illegal.” His gaze is hard, and his mouth is a severe slash of a frown. He looks like he’s in his fifties and clearly spends way more time in the gym than I do. His name tag says only Jackson, which I have to assume is his last name.
I am aware that having sex in a car in a public place is illegal. With the family I have, I take the laws in this country very seriously, and I also know that the penalty for sex in a car in a public place is a fine and possible jail time.
“We’re very sorry, Officer,” Gentry says from the floorboards. “We just got carried away.”
“We really did,” I say. “It’s a new relationship. Do you have a girlfriend?”
His glare narrows. “Husband. And we have never gotten so carried away that we have had sex in a car. Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to sit and stop digging around under the floorboards.”
Gentry pops up and sits next to me. She’s managed to pull on her shirt and leggings. “Sorry. I was just trying to find my bra.”
“I’m going to need to see your license and registration.”
My phone rings from somewhere in the vehicle, but I don’t dare try to find it. “I’d love to show you both of those things, but my wallet is in my jeans, which are—”
Gentry drops them into my lap. I pull out the wallet and slip out my license. The officer takes it with a grim expression. “I’m assuming the registration is in the glove box?”
“Yes,” I say, my hands shaking. “But you should know this isn’t my car. It’s my—”
“It’s my brother’s car,” Gentry says. “I can call him right now, and he can tell you—”
“I’m going to need you both to step out of the car,” Officer Jackson says. Then he speaks into the radio at his shoulder. Probably calling for backup.
