to do was go to the police station, get processed
and take a long nap on a lovely wooden bench that she would call
all her own until she could make bail.
Chapter 7
“ Oh, my God!”
“ No, please, God,
no!”
“ Somebody help
us!”
“ Not the face! Not the
face!”
“ Mommy!!”
“ I’ll never do it again!
Please, just let me go!”
“ Help us!
For the love of God why isn’t anyone helping us?” one of the
officers screamed as he ran past the holding cells, stumbling and
tripping along the way as he frantically glanced over his shoulder
to make sure that she wasn’t coming after him.
“ Maybe we should rent two
cars and drive back,” Jason suggested, looking a little bored as he
leaned against the bars and continued to watch as all hell broke
lose around them.
“ That might be the best
idea,” his father agreed with a cringe when Jodi managed to make a
two hundred and fifty pound officer drop to the floor in a fetal
position and sob quietly to himself.
“ Flying would be faster,”
Trevor pointed out from his spot on the bench where he was trying
to catch a few minutes of sleep before the SWAT team was called
in.
“ We’re banned,” Jason
reminded him with a lazy gesture towards Jodi, who was now utterly
fascinated with a box of donuts.
That earned a frown from Trevor. “For
what?”
“ Drugging Jodi,” his father
answered with a shrug.
“ We’re on the ‘No Fly’
List?” Jason asked, sounding genuinely worried, which was
understandable since that would make things a hell of a lot harder
on the father of three.
“ No, we’re just banned from
the Vegas airport,” Danny explained, watching as his wife jumped up
on the edge a desk with a jelly donut in her hands and a smile on
her lips as she closed her eyes and took a bite of her donut
sighing with satisfaction while the officers that hadn’t made their
escape yet, ran for the door.
“ Maybe we should take a
bus?” Trevor suggested only to snort in disgust at his own
suggestion and shook his head a few seconds later when he realized
what being stuck on a bus for over twenty hours with Jodi, who was
not only pregnant, but seriously pissed probably wasn’t the best
idea.
And yes, he knew without a doubt that
she was pissed at him since the glare that she’d shot him when
they’d placed him in the back of the squad car with her had said it
all. It also didn’t hurt that she refused to say anything to him.
Instead she’d simply sat there, staring forward with her jaw
clenched as she pointedly ignored everything that he said to
her.
Well, that part wasn’t exactly true.
She did seem to get particularly pissed whenever he tried to
apologize to her. When nothing he said or did seemed to help, he
decided that it would probably be for the best if he kept quiet at
the point and gave her some space while he tried to figure out
another way out of this.
Four hours later and he still had no
fucking clue how to make this up to his wife. His cousins and
father had shared their infinite wisdom with him, but since
crawling to her on his hands and knees and begging for forgiveness
was probably out the question at the moment, he decided to use this
time tucked safely behind bars to figure out a way to fix this. The
fact that they’d drugged her and all hell had broken lose wasn’t
exactly helping with the situation.
“ Renting two cars is
probably our best bet,” his father said with a nod.
Trevor sighed heavily as he closed his
eyes and settled in for the long haul. “It should definitely give
the asshole enough time to get out of the dog house.”
“ I’m not in the dog
house,” he said just as his wife, doped up on liquid Advil, chose
that moment to glare at him, putting everything into that one look
and letting him know that he’d be fucking lucky at this point to be
in the doghouse.
“ I wouldn’t do that if I
were you!” Jason yelled to the plump detective reaching for the box
of donuts, obviously needing the comfort
and take a long nap on a lovely wooden bench that she would call
all her own until she could make bail.
Chapter 7
“ Oh, my God!”
“ No, please, God,
no!”
“ Somebody help
us!”
“ Not the face! Not the
face!”
“ Mommy!!”
“ I’ll never do it again!
Please, just let me go!”
“ Help us!
For the love of God why isn’t anyone helping us?” one of the
officers screamed as he ran past the holding cells, stumbling and
tripping along the way as he frantically glanced over his shoulder
to make sure that she wasn’t coming after him.
“ Maybe we should rent two
cars and drive back,” Jason suggested, looking a little bored as he
leaned against the bars and continued to watch as all hell broke
lose around them.
“ That might be the best
idea,” his father agreed with a cringe when Jodi managed to make a
two hundred and fifty pound officer drop to the floor in a fetal
position and sob quietly to himself.
“ Flying would be faster,”
Trevor pointed out from his spot on the bench where he was trying
to catch a few minutes of sleep before the SWAT team was called
in.
“ We’re banned,” Jason
reminded him with a lazy gesture towards Jodi, who was now utterly
fascinated with a box of donuts.
That earned a frown from Trevor. “For
what?”
“ Drugging Jodi,” his father
answered with a shrug.
“ We’re on the ‘No Fly’
List?” Jason asked, sounding genuinely worried, which was
understandable since that would make things a hell of a lot harder
on the father of three.
“ No, we’re just banned from
the Vegas airport,” Danny explained, watching as his wife jumped up
on the edge a desk with a jelly donut in her hands and a smile on
her lips as she closed her eyes and took a bite of her donut
sighing with satisfaction while the officers that hadn’t made their
escape yet, ran for the door.
“ Maybe we should take a
bus?” Trevor suggested only to snort in disgust at his own
suggestion and shook his head a few seconds later when he realized
what being stuck on a bus for over twenty hours with Jodi, who was
not only pregnant, but seriously pissed probably wasn’t the best
idea.
And yes, he knew without a doubt that
she was pissed at him since the glare that she’d shot him when
they’d placed him in the back of the squad car with her had said it
all. It also didn’t hurt that she refused to say anything to him.
Instead she’d simply sat there, staring forward with her jaw
clenched as she pointedly ignored everything that he said to
her.
Well, that part wasn’t exactly true.
She did seem to get particularly pissed whenever he tried to
apologize to her. When nothing he said or did seemed to help, he
decided that it would probably be for the best if he kept quiet at
the point and gave her some space while he tried to figure out
another way out of this.
Four hours later and he still had no
fucking clue how to make this up to his wife. His cousins and
father had shared their infinite wisdom with him, but since
crawling to her on his hands and knees and begging for forgiveness
was probably out the question at the moment, he decided to use this
time tucked safely behind bars to figure out a way to fix this. The
fact that they’d drugged her and all hell had broken lose wasn’t
exactly helping with the situation.
“ Renting two cars is
probably our best bet,” his father said with a nod.
Trevor sighed heavily as he closed his
eyes and settled in for the long haul. “It should definitely give
the asshole enough time to get out of the dog house.”
“ I’m not in the dog
house,” he said just as his wife, doped up on liquid Advil, chose
that moment to glare at him, putting everything into that one look
and letting him know that he’d be fucking lucky at this point to be
in the doghouse.
“ I wouldn’t do that if I
were you!” Jason yelled to the plump detective reaching for the box
of donuts, obviously needing the comfort
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