He laughed wholeheartedly. “I had to try.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I teased.
Inside, I immediately spied a pair of buttery-soft leather peek-a-boo’s in the corner. “Those,” I told him succinctly.
“Damn, you don’t waste any time.”
“I know what I want when I want it.”
“One can hope...” he trailed off.
“Really, Spence?”
“I’m sorry, but I keep getting flashbacks of yesterday night. You were goddamn hot in nothing but your lingerie.”
I sighed loudly.
“No, no, I know. I’m just frustrated is all.”
“I’m so sorry about that,” I told him sincerely.
“Not as sorry as I am, but it’ll do.” He winked in jest. “Anything else, then? Purse, scarf, a frenzied escape across the southern border?”
“Please, Spencer, if I wanted to flee, I’d fly. I’m not a wanted felon, for chrissakes.”
“Ah, but you’d be so hot on the posters. Bounty hunters across the states would mortgage their homes to be the one to bring you in.”
“You’re seriously starting to chafe me. I’m nervous as it is.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, kissing my temple. I could feel his chuckle against my skin. “Would you like me to come with you?”
“It’s going to be humiliating enough. I don’t believe your presence would be soothing.”
“Damn, Soph.”
“I apologize, old habits die hard.”
“Fine, but as soon as you’re done, you’ll call me?”
I bit my bottom lip to keep it from trembling.
“The first.”
Seven in the morning is made for people who deserve nothing but death. If I were a judge, I’d schedule all my court dates after eleven in the morning and end them at three in the afternoon. I mean, my God, they went to school practically their entire adolescent and adult lives, probably rising before it was even light, only to graduate and begin working as a toiling law firm crony or in a political office position they’d had to commit no less than fifteen years of their heart-clogging lives toward only to reach for aspirations of waking at the crack of dawn to deal with the lowliest of the low? No, thank you.
But we all really know why they did it. Prestige and power. That’s why they did it. And who could blame them?
“You look incredible, Soph. Convict-less.”
“Thank you, I suppose.”
Spencer pulled up front and I got out, nervous as hell.
He rolled down his window as I began the ascent into the courthouse. “Don’t forget to call me!” he shouted.
I turned and nodded once before meeting Pembrook at the top of the steps.
“On time. Thank you.”