I raised my hands. “No pockets.”
Did he see a purse on my side? Or pockets in my skin-tight leggings? Where was I supposed to put it?
“Really, princess?” Dane asked, sounding just as unbelieving.
Men.
Who did they think they were?
I shrugged. “Where would I put it, Dane?”
“Okay,” the officer said, waving toward his car. “I’m going to need both of you to step into my police car while I run this information.”
If we got into that cop car, we were so going to jail.
“You have a problem with that, miss?” he asked when he sensed my hesitation.
“Um,” I fumbled an answer. Another cop car pulled onto the oak-filled street. They parked behind the first car but didn’t get out.
Dane stepped in front of me. “She’s scared of small spaces, but I’ll keep her calm.”
“Right. Small spaces.” Those and jail. But mainly jail.
The moon highlighted Dane’s features as he slid into the back of the cop car first. The officer closed the door on us once we were both in and I’d given him my social security number, address, and a convenient story of why Dane and I—a pair of newlyweds—didn’t live in the same state as one another.
“I can’t believe we just got in here willingly,” I whispered to Dane. In case they were recording us. “We’re going to jail.”
“Relax, princess.”
I stared out the window trying to find the moon while in the cop car, but the angle was wrong. “I could cry. Do you think crying will help?”
Dane chuckled, but he didn’t say no.
If we depended on my ability to break out the waterworks, we were screwed.
My chest tightened. I rubbed my open palm over it. “I’m having a heart attack.”
Dane said nothing.
“I’m too young to die.” Or go to jail.
At the second cop car, the officer had the passenger’s side door open as he talked on his radio. The other officer maintained his spot in the driver’s seat. He kept his attention on us, and I tried to look freaked out. It wasn’t hard since I was freaking out.
Another horrible thought came to mind.
“I’m going to get fired.” There’s no way they’d keep a criminal on staff. It would make the podcast look horrible if the news got out. “How did you let this happen?”
Dane placed his hand on my knee. “You’re going to be fine, princess.”
His reassurance annoyed me.
Also his calmness. Why was he so calm?
He had his head thrown back, resting it on the back of the seat with his eyes closed.
My thoughts were running a mile a minute, but Dane looked like he was waiting for us to go on a nice Sunday drive. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Do you want a list?” he asked, opening only one eye. His smile grew.
