Page 44 of Beyond the Badge: Crew

She jerked up her shoulders. “Dunno. Was hitchhiking and some rando picked me up. Didn’t question it, just a… a… ppreciated the ride.” She took a few steps closer so he could pick up the mix of alcohol and urine she had liberally sprinkled on her clothes.

She’d owe Fletch a new bottle of whiskey and Murphy an apology.

“Comeooooon. Just need a few bucks, man. Just to get me to tomorrow.” She hacked a few times in his direction, not covering her mouth.

She struggled not to laugh at his expression. If she did, she’d blow it.

“For what?” he asked, the corners of his mouth pulled down.

“Food, man. Gotta eat. Haven’t eaten since… Hell, don’t even remember the last time.”

“I can grab you food.”

“Nah. I can get my own. Just need the money.”

His eyebrows rose so high she could see them peeking over his sunglasses. “So, not for food.”

“C’mon, man, I’ll doaaaaanythingfor it.” She moved even closer and when he stepped backwards, the backs of his legs hit his bike. She took advantage of that and grabbed him by the jacket, pushing herself against him from chest to hip. “Look… I’ll do whatever you want. Whatever you’re into.”

His nose wrinkled as he picked up her scent. His hands came up, but he avoided touching her. “Back off.”

She did the exact opposite and crowded him, instead. She was so close she could pick up his delicious scent over her gag-inducing one.

She grabbed his arms and pressed against him. “C’mon. Just a few bucks. Just some spare change. Just tell me what I need to do for it.”

“You need to back off!” he shouted and shoved her.

Cami made a big production of falling back against the privacy fence, making sure to slam her back against the wood hard enough to make it rattle. “Damn,” she groaned. “Have a fucking heart.”

His nostrils flared and his beard-covered jaw was tight. “Wait here. My heart and I will go grab you a meal.” He turned to get back on his Harley.

“Don’t wanna meal, man,” she called out. “Just need to earn a little dough. Like I said, I’ll do anything.Anything.”

He grimaced. “There’s nothing I want from you.”

“You sure?” With a huge grin, she threw her head back and stared him right in the eyes… or mirrored sunglasses.

His head twitched when he did a double take. “Cabrera,” he growled and ripped off his shades.

She threw up her hands. “The one and only.”

His narrowed gray eyes searched her face. “Holy shit.”

“Was I convincing?”

His Adam’s apple bounced and his jaw shifted.For fuck’s sake, he didn’t want to admit it.

Asshole.

“I had you going there, right?” she prodded.

“Did you lay in the grass and let your miniature horse piss on you?”

“Something like that. So, are you going to admit it or not?”

His expression went blank. “Admit what?”

“That I had you going.”

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