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Fuck,Frankwould come.
But all of those people would ask why I wasn’t calling my husband to come get me.
I had to call him. And I’d have to brave the ‘I told you so’ the fucker was nowhere near noble enough to let go unsaid.
“Told you you’d need to call me,” Kip said happily as we walked out of the police station.
No charges had been filed.
We’d been arrested by a cop I didn’t recognize. And that likely meant he was new in town. The bakery might not have served donuts on a regular basis, but we had the best pastries and coffee for miles. Every cop in town was a regular.
I’d told him as much.
He didn’t like that.
And he didn’t find my accent charming. He didn’t find Calliope to be a powerful knockout. Therefore, he arrested us.
He got a little too much satisfaction out of it, if you asked me. And he didn’t even arrest the men who started the brawl in the first place. Which showed he was a huge fucking misogynist and part of a dying breed of men who would eventually go extinct because no woman would want to fuck him.
I might’ve told him that too.
Which certainly didn’t help.
Luckily the sheriff did know who we were and got us outtout de suite—well, notsuiteenough, since I’d already called Kip—and our arresting officer looked like he’d gotten a swift talking-to.
That was something I enjoyed.
Until the sheriff apologized toKipwhen he came to pick us up.
“Um, hello?” I waved my hand. “He’snot the one who got locked up.Weare. And you apologizing tohimfor locking his wife up is all well and good if we’re residing in the 1950s, before women got the vote, but we’re here, and we’re complete people with rights and mouths tocall you the fuck outwith.”
The sheriff looked from Kip to me, his eyes wide, and fuck if he didn’t look like he was fighting back a smile.
Because I was still a little drunk, my blood was hot, and I was aptly offended, I wanted to slap him or something.
I wasn’t usually so quick to violence.
And I actually liked the sheriff.
Or I used to.
“Jesus Christ, Fiona,” Kip said, grabbing the back of my neck to pull me into his body. As if he knew I was about to do something stupid. “The man is well aware you have a mouth. In fact, this whole town is aware you have a mouth.”
I directed my glare upward at him. “And you expect me to shut it because now I have ahusbandto speak for me?”
Kip grinned. “Fuck no,” he said. “Life wouldn’t be nearly as exciting if you kept your mouth shut.”
I scowled at him, ready to shoot another retort, but Kip was still speaking.
“Thanks for this,” he said to the sheriff.
“Don’tthankhim,” I snapped.
“He’s the one making sure you’re not getting held or having charges laid against you,” Kip reminded me.
“Yes, but neither are the men who need to be.” I turned to the sheriff. “I expect you’ll get on that?”
He nodded sternly, but yet again, I got the impression that the fucker was trying really hard not to smile. “I’ll be making sure of it,” he promised.
