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“Sir, you can’t park here,” a man in a green jacket with the logo of the park says. “This is private property. The exhibit is closed.”
“Yup,” I answer in ano shittone. “We’re leaving.”
He stares at me for a second, then tries to peer into the truck. “Miss, are you okay?”
Without lifting her head, Emily raises one hand and waves. “I’m fine. Thank you, sir.”
“We’re leaving,” I say again and punch the button for the window to raise it.
The guy stalks a few feet in front of the truck and glares.
“Jesus, fuck. We’re going, asshole,” I growl.
“Oh my God,” Emily mumbles against my shirt.
“I think he’s going to watch us until we leave.” I nudge her arm. “But he’s a few feet away now.”
She slowly peels herself off my body. The absence of her warmth makes me want to jump out of the truck and beat the intruder bloody. Instead, I zip and button my jeans. I’ll worry about my belt later.
“Damn. I think I’m stuck.” Emily peers over her shoulder. “Your steering wheel is holding my butt hostage.”
Laughing, I twist and shift, untangling our bodies and easing her into a position where she can crawl over to the passenger side.
She throws herself into the seat and grabs the belt, quickly clicking it into place. “Yikes. I hope he didn’t see or hear us.”
“I hope he did,” I grumble, twisting the key in the ignition. “Nosy fuck.”
Emily reaches behind the seat, grabbing a bottle of water and taking a long swallow.
I glance over. “You okay? You didn’t have to—”
“I’m fine.” She offers me the bottle and I take it from her, finishing it.
“I think that was the last one. I’ll get you another when we stop at the pizza place.”
“Shoot.” She slaps her hand against her forehead. “I forgot that we promised to bring home pizza.”
I reach over and squeeze her leg. “You were occupied.”
“I sure was.”
She sounds so damn pleased with herself. As she should. She’s fucking amazing. I chuckle and shift into reverse, backing away from the angry guard who doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to move.
When we’re far enough away from him, I execute a three-point turn and head for the main road.
“Phew!” Emily opens her window and fans herself. “I hope he didn’t grab your plate number. We might go on some sort of naughty visitor list.”
“Won’t be the first list I’m on.” I reach over and tap her leg. “You want to text Libby and see if her order is still the same?”
“Sure.” She pulls out her phone and swipes over the screen while I try to remember which way to the pizza place.
She really did scramble my brain.
Left. It’s gotta be left.
I make the turn and press down on the gas, wanting to get the hell away.
“Yup,” Emily announces. “She’s thrilled someone else wants to eat ham and pineapple pizza with her.”
