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“Oh, honey, call me Savannah.” She paused a moment before adding, “And before long, it’ll be Ms., not Mrs.”
Judging by the way the guy’s eyes darkened, her message was received loud and clear. She was soon-to-be single and ready to mingle.
“Savannah,” he said, his voice going low and husky. “Have you had anything to drink tonight?”
“Oh, no, sir. But we were on our way to The Devil’s Door. Can’t guarantee we won’t have a few there.”
Knox had no idea what was happening, but Officer Knowles’s eyes widened, and the look in them was way more interested than it had been a moment ago. And since he’d looked really interested a moment ago, Knox wondered if she’d somehow managed to flash cleavage at the guy.
He wished her body wasn’t turned toward the cop. He wouldn’t mind seeing her cleavage.
Shit. Who was he kidding? He’d arm wrestle a pissed off bear for a good look at her cleavage.
Officer Knowles cleared his throat. “You’re going to The Devil’s Door?” He gestured to Knox . “And this is your…”
She giggled. “He’s my…friend. For tonight, anyway. That’s why my divorce lawyer loaned me his car. Can’t afford to have the hubby finding out what I’m up to before the settlement, now can we?”
This cop, who’d presumably been arresting criminals for years on the job, blushed. The fucker actually blushed, then stammered out a, “Well…uh…n-no. I guess not.”
She turned and leaned out the open window a little, just enough so that her breasts rested on top of the cop’s hand on the car door. “When do you get off work? ‘Cause you should definitely join us there.”
His eyes went from her breasts on his hand, over to Knox, and shockingly, he looked even more interested. “I just might do that, Savannah,” he said, his voice two octaves lower than it had been.
She snatched her fake ID out of his limp fingers and tucked it into her bra. “You better now,” she purred in that sweet Southern drawl. “You’ll break my heart if you don’t.”
He stuttered and stammered some more, but ultimately waved them through the checkpoint without even asking for a glance at Knox’s ID.
When the lights from the cop cars were no longer visible in the rearview, Knox turned toward her with the fistful of IDs he’d snagged from her purse when she was busy lying to poor, dim Officer Knowles. “Who—and I can’t stress this enough—the fuck are you?”
She checked her eye makeup in the mirror. “Tenley Taylor. Charmed, I’m sure.”
Knox glanced back down at the IDs. “None of these say Tenley Taylor.”
She snorted. “Right. Like I’d give the BMV my real name.”
“And what the hell is The Devil’s Door?”
“It’s the new sex club. Swingers, you know?”
He blinked at her. “So, that cop thinks you want him to go to the swingers sex club with you?”
She side-eyed him. “With us.”
He shoved a hand through his hair. “Jesus Christ.”
“What is it about this that bothered you—the fact that I used how pretty we both are to distract him from asking for your license, or that what really sold that cop on a three way was you?”
Knox thought about it for a second. “I don’t even know anymore. Maybe the fact that he assumed I’d ever be willing to fuck a cop?”
She laughed so hard she snorted. “Yeah. What an idiot. You’re way out of his league.”
He wasn’t sure what to say to that, so he decided to sit quietly for a moment and ponder all the mistakes he’d made in his life that had led him to this moment. There’d been a lot of them.
Eventually, she said, “This is the part where someone would normally tell me their name. Unless you want me to keep calling you Cheekbones.”
Well, this was a conundrum. Because he most assuredly did not want to be called Cheekbones. But letting her know his name also seemed ill advised. Ultimately, though, he decided being called that stupid nickname was worse than anything she could do to him, and told her, “Knox. Knox Wilder.”
She shook her head as she snatched the stack of IDs out of his hand and shoved them back in her bag. “I should’ve known you’d have a book boyfriend name. Someone who looks like you with a name like that? Dangerous.”
