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witness my embarrassment. I really don't want to extend that to the sheriff. Mal seems to catch on to my discomfort and suggests that maybe I dropped it in the closet when I was hiding. That's all it takes for Carmel to go looking, giving me time to pop the trunk and check my jean pockets. Of course I stuck it in there at some point. I turn to Mal and mouth "Thank you," just as the sheriff comes walking toward us again.
"So sorry!" I wave the drive in the air. "I must've missed it the first time. It was in my pocket."
He seems to take it in stride, tucking the drive in an evidence baggie he pulls from his parka.
"I'll have someone look at this right away."
"You think maybe we should let Neil take a look?" Mal suggests. I don't know who Neil is, but apparently the sheriff does.
"I'll have a copy made and make sure it gets delivered to the GFI office."
"Thanks. Now can I take Ms. Lowe home? She hasn't seen anyone, just heard voices so unless there's something else?"
Sheriff Carmel looks back and forth between Mal and myself before nodding his assent. "Just come by tomorrow morning if you can. I'll type up a statement for you to sign."
I open my mouth to respond but Mal beats me to it. "I'll have her there around eleven."
My mouth promptly shuts. I'm pretty sure I don't like being talked over or about. Especially when I'm. Standing. Right. There.
M al
I almost see the steam blowing from her little ears.
Her back is rigid when I try to steer her away from her car and toward my truck. She is pissed. I'm surprised she doesn't fight me. There's also something about the way she continues to avoid calling Drew by his given name. She seems uncomfortable in his presence and I'd love to find out why that is. In the meantime I find myself taking advantage against my better judgement, as I hoist her up in the truck. I don’t seem to be able resisting the urge to get my hands on her body. She's so fucking short, her shoulder tucks right under my armpit when I hold her.
As I walk around the truck to get to the driver's side I feel the heat from her eyes following me through the windshield. So I'm not surprised when, the moment my ass hits the seat she lets go, full blast.
"Look, buddy. I don't know what your game is, but I won't be dragged around like a fucking rag doll and propped up for your little pissing contest. Asshole!" She spits, while I calmly slip out of the parking spot.
"Uh... language."
"What the fuck? I can use whatever the hell language I like, you self-righteous prick. Not like you couldn't use a good scrubbing with soap your- fucking- self."
Damned if that foul mouth of hers isn't a refreshing surprise. My cock seems to agree. Who'd have thought the little mouse was really a spitfire. Granted, it's probably the adrenaline and shock of the past hour that has her acting out of sorts, but still it's appealing. Call me an idiot but I like some bite.
"Mouth like that on a pretty little girl like you is a dangerous thing, babe."
I hear an indignant huff and turn to look at her. Her lips are pressed together and her nostrils are flaring.
"Are you kidding? Don't you think you've insulted me enough? Calling me little and pretty , when we both know I repulse you. That's like...a double insult or something."
I struggle not to chuckle at her ridiculous rant. I don't even know what she's talking about. Repulse me? Hardly.
"And what's with you and the sheriff anyway? Standing there with your teeth practically bared, pretending to be civil yet oozing aggression. He's another one who thinks he can push me around. Giving me ridiculous lines at the same time he tells me I need looking after. Bunch of cavemen." The last is muttered but what has my skin tingling is what she said before that.
"What do you mean, he thinks he can push you around? Drew? When was this?" I do my best to control my anger but she seems to pick up on it. "When, Kimeo?"
Her mouth opens and closes at the use of her full name, but she doesn't
"So sorry!" I wave the drive in the air. "I must've missed it the first time. It was in my pocket."
He seems to take it in stride, tucking the drive in an evidence baggie he pulls from his parka.
"I'll have someone look at this right away."
"You think maybe we should let Neil take a look?" Mal suggests. I don't know who Neil is, but apparently the sheriff does.
"I'll have a copy made and make sure it gets delivered to the GFI office."
"Thanks. Now can I take Ms. Lowe home? She hasn't seen anyone, just heard voices so unless there's something else?"
Sheriff Carmel looks back and forth between Mal and myself before nodding his assent. "Just come by tomorrow morning if you can. I'll type up a statement for you to sign."
I open my mouth to respond but Mal beats me to it. "I'll have her there around eleven."
My mouth promptly shuts. I'm pretty sure I don't like being talked over or about. Especially when I'm. Standing. Right. There.
M al
I almost see the steam blowing from her little ears.
Her back is rigid when I try to steer her away from her car and toward my truck. She is pissed. I'm surprised she doesn't fight me. There's also something about the way she continues to avoid calling Drew by his given name. She seems uncomfortable in his presence and I'd love to find out why that is. In the meantime I find myself taking advantage against my better judgement, as I hoist her up in the truck. I don’t seem to be able resisting the urge to get my hands on her body. She's so fucking short, her shoulder tucks right under my armpit when I hold her.
As I walk around the truck to get to the driver's side I feel the heat from her eyes following me through the windshield. So I'm not surprised when, the moment my ass hits the seat she lets go, full blast.
"Look, buddy. I don't know what your game is, but I won't be dragged around like a fucking rag doll and propped up for your little pissing contest. Asshole!" She spits, while I calmly slip out of the parking spot.
"Uh... language."
"What the fuck? I can use whatever the hell language I like, you self-righteous prick. Not like you couldn't use a good scrubbing with soap your- fucking- self."
Damned if that foul mouth of hers isn't a refreshing surprise. My cock seems to agree. Who'd have thought the little mouse was really a spitfire. Granted, it's probably the adrenaline and shock of the past hour that has her acting out of sorts, but still it's appealing. Call me an idiot but I like some bite.
"Mouth like that on a pretty little girl like you is a dangerous thing, babe."
I hear an indignant huff and turn to look at her. Her lips are pressed together and her nostrils are flaring.
"Are you kidding? Don't you think you've insulted me enough? Calling me little and pretty , when we both know I repulse you. That's like...a double insult or something."
I struggle not to chuckle at her ridiculous rant. I don't even know what she's talking about. Repulse me? Hardly.
"And what's with you and the sheriff anyway? Standing there with your teeth practically bared, pretending to be civil yet oozing aggression. He's another one who thinks he can push me around. Giving me ridiculous lines at the same time he tells me I need looking after. Bunch of cavemen." The last is muttered but what has my skin tingling is what she said before that.
"What do you mean, he thinks he can push you around? Drew? When was this?" I do my best to control my anger but she seems to pick up on it. "When, Kimeo?"
Her mouth opens and closes at the use of her full name, but she doesn't
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